I could not have articulated the thought, but there did seem to be more
gentleness, more concern from the nurses as I lay there, trying to
avoid looking them in the eyes.
One of the nurses lifted my arm and placed it a alongside my body. I
could not help looking at her as she wrapped a pressure cuff around my
arm and inflated it. I could feel a firm steady pressure as she looked
intently at the gauge, squeezing the bulbous rubber occasionally as she
listened to my pulse above the cuff. Eventually she released the
pressure and unwrapped the cuff. To my dismay she put her hand gently
on my chin and turned my head towards her. I had to look into her eyes
as she spoke to me.
“Well, young man… your blood pressure seems to be in order.” I looked
at her, feeling my embarrassment bringing more colour to my cheeks as
she deliberately looked down between my legs. “Mind you,” she
continued, smiling at my embarrassment; “It looks as if I you were
demonstrating that to me anyway.” I blushed an even deeper shade of red
as she indicated my erect penis. I could do nothing but shamefully turn
my head away from her.
If I had thought that there would be an end to my embarrassment I had
been sadly mistaken. I saw the nurses all turn to the end of the bed
and stand straight as the tall, beautiful personage of Debbie Pearson
approached me. I shut my eyes, squeezing the lids tightly in abject
humiliation as she came to stand between my widely spread legs. I heard
her speak to one of the nurses, her voice light and businesslike. “Is
he all ready for me?” The nurse replied promptly.
“Yes sister, his blood pressure is excellent.”
“Well done!”
I felt utterly exposed and shamed as I felt her hand gently rest on the
inside of my thigh. “Right young man… let’s have those eyes open. I am
going to palpitate your tummy and I want you to tell me if you feel any
pain.” I groaned with the trauma I was feeling as I opened my eyes.
Shamefully I looked at her beautiful face, feeling the anguish of my
situation wash over me. I could not have felt worse, or even imagined a
situation that could have made me feel more ashamed than this.
To my utter dismay, I felt her bare arm brush against the tip of my
erect penis as she placed her hands flat against the upper part of my
stomach. I watched and shivered helplessly as she pressed gently,
almost sensuously against the flesh of my tummy. I gasped and shivered
as her soft cool hands moved lower towards my exposed genitals, as she
continued with her examination of me.
“Any Pain here?” She asked, her question delivered in a matter of fact
tone.
I was in turmoil as her hands moved to the soft, freshly shaven flesh
above the bone of my pubis. “What about here, do you feel anything?”
I managed to mutter and shake my head as she continued to press against
my flesh. At last she seemed satisfied and lifted her hands from me and
then… before I could feel any relief from my embarrassment she gently
lifted my testicles.
“I want you to cough… for me.” I groaned… and then coughed lightly. I
could feel her squeeze and jiggle the soft orbs of flesh in her fingers.
“No… I’m afraid that won’t do… I want a nice big cough. Come along
now.” I could not help my face from colouring to a deep crimson as I
coughed again, loudly this time; feeling utterly stupid and vulnerable
as she gripped my entire scrotum within her slender fingers and moved
the testes to and fro inside the sac.
“That seems fine, now… er Stephen isn’t it?” She looked towards one of
the nurses. “Yes sister his name is Stephen Ryder.”
“Well Stephen… I want you to breathe deeply while I just have a little
feel inside your bottom.” I shivered at her words… feeling utterly
bereft of any self esteem as she picked up a pair of rubber gloves; my
only saving grace was…that she did not seem to recognise me.
I watched helplessly as she lubricated several of the fingers of her
right glove. Suddenly, I felt all four nurses place their hands on me.
Simultaneously, two of the nurses, placed their hands on my shoulders
and chest, while another placed both hands upon my hips and tummy. To
my horror the fourth nurse nonchalantly grasped my erect penis and at
the same time cupped my testicles. I shivered in shame as she bent my
penis forward and lifted my testes upwards from beneath my widely
spread legs.
It was in a mist of shame that I felt Sister Pearson’s fingers gently
pry within the cleft of the cheeks of my bottom. With a gentle,
practiced motion she quickly slipped a finger up inside me. I could not
help looking at her as she increased the pressure until her finger was
all the way in.
“Just relax,” she cooed, as she reoriented her finger deep within me.
She watched me intently as she curled her finger up against my
prostate. I could only tremble in anguish as I felt my penis throb
between the nurse’s fingers in answer to the strong stimulation. I
turned my head in shame as Sister Pearson looked at the nurse
enquiringly. There were no words spoken as the young nurse released my
penis and Sister Pearson wrapped her own fingers around it as once more
she stimulated my prostate gland.
“Argghhhh,” I could not help groaning as she repeated the procedure,
now being able to feel for herself, the answering throb of my penis.
“Ah, an excellent penile response.”
I shivered in shame as she stimulated me in a quick series of prods of
her finger deep inside me, before releasing my penis, which to my
horror was throbbing visibly. I watched in anguish as it bobbed up and
down, lifting up from my body of its own volition with each pulse.
I felt her gently slide her finger from my bottom, her eyes watching my
penis as it throbbed uncontrollably.
I heard the door open and the clatter of high heeled shoes approach the
bench. I saw a lady of perhaps thirty five years of age stand beside
Sister Pearson and look down at my naked and trembling body.
She was dressed in a smart navy blue pinstriped business suit. Her hair
was brushed back from her beautiful and intelligent face. She showed
her perfect teeth in a bright smile as she greeted the Sister. “Well I
can see that you have been busy… we are ready for him now.”
She turned her head towards me and looked closely at my penis, which
was throbbing violently. Her well groomed appearance made me feel even
more ashamed of myself as she casually leaned forward and took hold of
the tip of my penis. “I think you will have to do something about this
sister, before he goes through. We have some visitors… so perhaps if
you would?”
“Of course, it should only take a few seconds.” Sister Pearson smiled
at the lady and quickly moved closer to the juncture of my thighs.
I seemed to be shrouded in a haze of pure anguish and embarrassment as
I felt the slender finger of Sister Pearson once more slip deftly up in
between the cheeks of my bottom, easily slipping through the sphincter
in a well practiced manoeuvre. The nurse, who was still holding my
testicles, tightened her grip, lifting them up gently as she moved them
around in her delicate fingers.
“Argggghhh.” I groaned again as Sister Pearson, quickly located the
plump gland of my prostrate. Without preamble, her fingers encased the
shaft of my penis and she retracted the foreskin until it was stretched
tightly back against the base of my penis.
I had never felt so completely vulnerable, as gently she smoothed her
hand over my rigid member; the sensations so intense, that I tried to
raise my hips to evade the skilful milking motion of her hand.
She leaned forward as I tried to avoid looking at her. “Don’t turn your
head away Stephen, I want you to look at me.”
I timidly obeyed, my mind in turmoil as she transfixed me with her
beautiful green eyes.
“Is this what you imagined, Stephen? When you used to look at me across
the quadrangle, all moon faced and wistful. Is this what you were
thinking… that I would be milking your penis for you?” I was
dumbfounded. Such was my abject humiliation that I wished a hole would
appear in the ground and swallow me up. I could not believe it! She had
remembered me… and she knew exactly who I was.
I groaned in despair as her hand moved slowly and deftly; inexorably
bringing me to a reluctant climax. I felt my whole body stiffen as
semen rushed from my testicles and prostate, erupting from the tip of
my penis with a strength and vigour that I had never thought possible.
I felt my whole body tremble, quaking uncontrollably as I ejaculated. I
thrashed my head from side to side, such was the absolute culmination
of my pent-up emotions.
“Argggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I could not help the sounds that
were emitted from my constricted throat muscles as my hips bucked and
my penis erupted with large globules of semen. Time after time I felt
the Sister’s fingers jab hard against my prostate… each touch eliciting
a further emission from my wracked body.
I was being skilfully and dextrously drained, unable to control any
part of my physical or emotional will.
The nurses held me firmly as the Sister continued to manipulate her
finger deep inside my body; the fingers of her other hand, sliding
skilfully up and down the shaft of my penis. I ejaculated countless
times until my body froze; my sinews locked rigid in an obscene and
wanton display of uncontrollable emotion.
Gentle hands smoothed over my skin as the last globules of semen were
extracted by the sister’s skilful fingers.
I felt the young nurse exert a firm pressure around my testicles as the
Sister drew her hand up from the base of my penis to the very tip, her
slender fingers firmly eliciting the very last drops of fluid from my
exhausted body.
I felt drained… emotionally and physically as all of the nurses busied
themselves cleaning the semen from my stomach and chest. In a daze, I
felt the finger being gently withdrawn from my bottom; I felt a
blackness descend upon me and for a time, remembered no more.
Debbie Pearson
Debbie had seen Stephen enter the building that morning, catching a
glimpse of him in the security monitor. She had popped her head out of
the door behind the reception counter only for an instance, to see if
she had been correct. Although she was pretty sure that it was Stephen,
she had checked the name on the form as the copy had come through to
her office.
Although Stephen had not known it, Debbie was well aware of Stephen at
school. She had seen him, like many others, look at her
surreptitiously. She had always been aware of her good looks and had
adopted an attitude, like many other very pretty girls, of aloofness.
Her attitude had quickly distanced her from much of the unwanted male
attention she had been subject to at school.
She had first noticed Stephen looking at her while she had been outside
in the school quadrangle. His attentions had been remote and
unthreatening, never even coming close to where she had been standing
or sitting talking to her girlfriends. Normally she would have not
given him another thought had it not been for his exceptional good
looks and his respectful attitude. She had carefully enquired as to who
he was, but had been careful not to draw attention to her interest in
him.
It had been the annual sports day that had really brought him to her
attention. She had been walking past the field changing rooms. These
were brick outbuildings that were situated right on the edge of the
sports field. They were designed to accommodate equipment that would be
needed during a football or baseball game or for a player to change kit
during a game for one reason or another.
As she walked past an open door she had seen Stephen dressed only in a
jock strap, standing next to his locker. She had stopped for a brief
moment and admired his slim physique, before moving quickly on to meet
her friends and watch the athletics competition. She knew he had not
seen her as he had searched for clothing in his locker.
The visual image of his almost naked body had stayed with her and she
had often wondered what had become of him. She had read in the
newspapers last year how his parents had been killed in an automobile
crash. She had had an impulse to send him her condolences, but had not
known his address or if perhaps he would remember who she was.
Now he was in her charge, sentenced to be soundly strapped by the duty
sergeant. She knew she was already sexually excited by the prospect,
but equally she felt sorry for the boy.
Debbie had taken the job a year ago. She had since school always wanted
to pursue a worthwhile profession although she did not need to ever
earn a living. Her parents were one of the richest families in the
state. They had indulged their daughter and had been pleased that,
rather than become a lazy socialite, she had taken up nursing. They had
furnished with her own private and luxurious house, beautifully
situated in the best area of the city and had given her an income that
would have been the envy of even the most successful businessman. To
look after her needs, her mother had insisted that she kept the
family’s two most trusted and discreet Pilipino maids.
Her introduction to the center had been by one of the nurses she had
worked with in the hospital operating theatre. The nurse had recognised
her skill at monitoring the vital signs of patients and had got her an
interview at the centre. Her first introduction to the work of the
center had been a severe cultural shock, but to her own surprise she
had guiltily felt an incredible sexual delight as she had watched a boy
being soundly beaten with the regulation punishment strap.
As her first year had progressed, she had delighted in jointly
subjugating offenders to humiliation and embarrassment. The better
looking the young boys were, the more pleasure she had derived from her
part in their punishment. She could not have denied her delight at
having Stephen under her control or her sexual interest in him. She had
felt a thrill run through her body as Althea had whispered to her after
bringing him in to the examination room. The young receptionist’s voice
had been excited and urgent.
“He hasn’t got a girlfriend… never really had one…and get this… he’s a
virgin. Can you believe that an absolute, lilywhite, never been touched
nineteen year old… VIRGIN.”
Debbie smiled as she thought of Althea… the girl was incorrigible. She
had invited Althea to her home, for a weekend by the pool. Several of
the nurses regularly came over each weekend and on this occasion Althea
had arrived and had immediately gone up to one of the pretty blonde
nurses. Jane, who was a slender girl, was lying upon a sun bed wearing
a bikini. Althea had whispered to her and then kissed her on the lips
before untying the bottom of her bikini. Debbie had been amused, but
not surprised, as Althea had taken off her glasses and laid between the
girl’s slender legs, immediately pressing her lips to the girl’s
vagina. As Debbie had approached them, somewhat taken aback; Althea had
turned her head and without a hint of embarrassment said to her: “Hi
Debbie, be with you as soon as I try this out… found a new way to lick
clit.”
It had not taken long before Althea had worked her impish charm upon
Debbie. She had been a little taken aback and surprised at her own
sexual feelings as they had lain together one afternoon. Debbie had
succumbed to Althea’s advances, letting the slender young girl, gently
stroke her breasts, almost absent mindedly, as they had talked and
lounged by the pool. Debbie realised that the girl was an expert in the
way she seemed to know exactly where and when to touch to elicit the
greatest sensation. Debbie had allowed the young girl’s fingers to roam
over her body… and in no time she realised that her body was being
brought to a violent and satisfying orgasm by the lips and slender
fingers of the young nymph.
Althea had become a permanent weekend guest, as had most of the staff
from the center. It was not just that they were all friends, but also
because they could discuss the center and their feelings freely without
outsiders. On the occasions when there were guests, other than those
from the center, everyone had found the atmosphere rather strained and
the conversation guarded. So it had become a weekend retreat for center
staff only; all of them, enjoying the luxurious lifestyle of their
friend without jealousy or resentment at her personal wealth or
privileged upbringing.
Debbie was delighted to have met Stephen again… and under these
circumstances, her mind raced with the almost limitless possibilities.
His body was even better than she had remembered it… and now that she
was able to examine him at her leisure she was delighted that his penis
and testicles were better developed than she had thought they would be.
She loved the look of the boys when they had been shaved and the
delicious feel of their smoothly shaven genitalia.
She could not remember exactly when during the day that she had decided
that she was not going to let him go. Although she was still uncertain
about how exactly she would go about possessing the boy, she realised
that that was exactly what she wanted to do: possess him, have total
control over him.
Debbie looked down on the naked boy, admiring every contour of his body
as she stood back before turning her head towards the center principle.
“He will be alright soon. I think it’s a combination of all that he’s
been through so far, but he will be ready in a few minutes, I am just
going to have one of the nurses measure him and I will get her to
adjust the stock. You said that we have visitors; anyone I know?”
Tricia nodded. “Yes the judges from the court. I think you already know
Constance… and probably some of the others. I think there will be a
full house today… with him being… er good looking and all. Word seems
to get around somehow!”
Debbie watched as Patricia Hodge left the room and then turned her
attention back to the boy. She watched one of the nurses begin to
measure him, taking the tape carefully to various points of his body.
There was always a certain excitement among the nurses as offenders
were nearing their time of their punishment, but today there seemed to
be some mixed feelings. Where as normally there was a sexual
vindictiveness in the handling of young male offenders: the girls
usually delighting in teasing the unfortunate miscreant with jibes such
as, holding his erect penis firmly and saying “Bet this is not so cocky
when you feel the strap on your bottom.” On this occasion they had felt
differently about the timid young boy, even before they had read the
transcript of the trial.
Debbie looked at Stephen as he began to stir back into consciousness.
She had made up her mind that she would treat him efficiently and
clinically, if there became an opportunity to help him through it in
anyway then she would try.
It would be a different matter, once he had completed his punishment;
then she would do her best to afford him every comfort.
She moved towards him and helped the nurses release him from the
stirrups, taking the wedge from under him as they placed his feet on
the floor. They waited for him to recover; one of the pretty dark
haired nurses stroked his cheek, feeling the blood racing to his face
as he once more became aware of his situation.
*
Stephen
I must have fainted for a moment. I could feel the blood rushing to my
cheeks as the nurses helped me from the bed. I looked down at my body,
blushing profusely to see that my penis was still engorged although no
longer fully erect.
The nurses stood around me, making me place my legs in a wide stance as
I stood naked and ashamed. I could not help gasping with shame as I was
made to bend over and touch my toes. I could feel my penis and
testicles hang freely between my parted thighs as the nurse took a
gloved hand to my bottom. I felt a liquid being rubbed on my bottom
cheeks and then a sharp sting in my right thigh. I turned to see the
sister empty the contents of the syringe she was holding, into my leg.
“I’m just giving you a mild sedative to stop you urinating, while you
are being punished.” She said brightly.
I could not help stammering… What are they going to do to meeee… er
miss… er what will the punishment be?”
She looked at me, her face showing concern. “Now don’t you worry about
that… it will all be over soon, just you do as we say… you can stand up
straight now and just put your hands on top of your head.
I stood still, contemplating what my fate would be when the two
wardresses entered the room; their magnificent bodies moving gracefully
as they came to stand on either side of me. They took my arms and
almost lifted me off the ground. The next few moments were a blur of
movement as the guards moving me with consummate ease, almost carrying
me to another door at the far end of the room.
It was opened by the nurse and I was led through it and along a short
corridor made up of portable privacy screens which ended in circular
area completely shielded by the screens. I found myself facing
something that resembled a padded lectern. Two vertical chromium plated
posts were set in the floor about six feet apart. A shiny horizontal
bar joined the two posts with a foot wide padded rest running the whole
length of the bar. A short curved extension projected toward me at a
right angle to the bar, with a square pad at the end of it. I was
quickly leaned over the small pad which supported by waist – and then
my chest was pushed against the horizontal padded beam and my arms
stretched out on either side and fastened by straps to the two upright
bars. I felt a strap being placed around my waist holding my stomach
area firmly against the small pad. I tried to adjust my position and
found that I was virtually immobile as I felt a strap loop my two
ankles tightly together.
Although I could move my upper body slightly, I could not move my hips
or my bottom. The pad under my stomach finished just above my pubic
bone, leaving my genitals hanging down freely.
I looked around in desperation to find that I had been left alone. I
could turn my head to each side but could see no-one although I could
hear the low murmur of many voices and the sound of footsteps from the
other side of the white portable screens.
I began to tremble in fear as suddenly the screens began to be wheeled
away one by one. I looked around to see each part of the room revealed
as the wardresses, wheeled the screens away.
To my horror I saw that the two tiers of seating that encircled the
small room were completely occupied. Young girls and women stopped
their conversations as the screens were removed to reveal my naked body
to the audience; shamefully strapped to the lectern only a few feet
away from them. I blushed in shame as the all-female audience looked at
me intently. Seated in the centre row, in front of my head, were the
three lady judges who had sentenced me. Sitting next to them was the
young girl from the court who had given me my attendance form. Along
the rows, both to my right and to my left, were young girls and women.
Most of them were smartly dressed and looked to be either secretaries
or office workers.
I felt my body begin to tremble as the center principle walked in;
dressed smartly in her navy business suit, she looked stern and
determined. Behind her was the young receptionist, who was carrying a
clipboard.
In a formal procession, came Sister Pearson and the four nurses. I
could not help gasping with embarrassment as they all stood to my side
and looked at me.
The center principle moved towards me and placed her hand under my
chin, lifting my head up, as she addressed the assembled audience of
females seated around me.
“This is Stephen Ryder. His offence is driving with one milligram of
alcohol over the twenty milligram state limit. He is to be given twelve
strokes with the regulation punishment strap, his punishment to be
administered by sergeant Leander. This punishment is to commence
immediately.”
She turned to me and spoke so that everyone in the room could hear her.
“I hope that this will teach you a lesson young man. That bare bottom
of yours is going to be very sore by the time you leave here.”
She turned to Sister Pearson. “If you will check him over, we can
proceed.” I watched as Sister Pearson took the stethoscope from around
her neck and placed the earpieces in her ears. She moved around the
upright bars and came to stand next to my waist. I felt the cool metal
of the stethoscope upon my back and then her soft hand upon my waist.
The cold metal moved against my skin, sending a shiver through me as
she moved it underneath me, pressing it against my heaving chest.
At last she seemed satisfied and took the earpieces from her ears,
hooking the stems back around her neck she leaned over and reached
underneath me, grasping my testicles in her soft fingers. She whispered
to me softly. “Give me a nice big cough now.” I was trembling with
shame and fear as I struggled to cough as loudly as I could. Her
fingers kneaded my testes as she made me repeat my cough. “There… you
seem fine.”
Before she moved away from me, she lifted my head and turned it so that
she could look at my face. I could not help my expression of fear and
humiliation or the tears that formed as she held her face close to me
and looked into my eyes.
“Be a brave boy, Stephen.” She whispered as she moved away from me and
nodded at the center principle.
I looked forward, acutely aware of the interested gaze of the young
girls as they shifted excitedly in their seats, watching me avidly in
anticipation. Suddenly my attention was drawn to the sergeant who had
first made me strip in the reception area. She had changed from her
uniform and was now wearing a white short sleeved cotton tee-shirt and
loose navy skirt. The exquisite shape of her firm bra-less breasts was
displayed to perfection by the tightly stretched cotton of the thin
material. Her nipples stood out from each breast so prominently that
the material seemed to wrap itself around the rigid nubs of flesh like
cling-film.
Her long tanned legs were bare, encased only in slim sandals with
slender leather ties around her ankles. I could not help trembling as I
saw the long thick leather belt that trailed down to the floor from her
slim wrist. It was about four inches wide and extremely thick, only the
first few inches tapering to the solid wooden handle which she held
loosely in her hand.
Without looking right or left, she moved towards me on the other side
of the padded bar and lifted my chin with her free hand.
“Sorry sweetie… try and be brave.” She let go of me and moved around
the upright bars and behind me. I tried to turn my head as she moved to
the rear, straining to look at what she was going to do…but I could not
see her. I flinched in embarrassment and indignity, as she placed her
hands upon my buttocks, insinuating her fingers between the deep cleft,
which I was clenching together tightly. I felt the softness and
coolness of her fingers as she pulled the cheeks apart, exposing even
more of my bottom. The result was such, that even when I tightened the
muscles more flesh was available to the strap.
The whispering voices in the room went quiet as I first heard the
terrible warning swish of the strap as it whistled through the air
towards my trembling flesh.
In total shock I felt the first impact of the heavy leather implement
of punishment. I could not believe the intensity of the pain that
enveloped my legs. The strap had hit my thighs four inches below the
crease between thigh and buttock; it was like a fire spreading
everywhere, the intensity quickly increasing as the pain surged through
my loins, seemingly to envelope every part of me.
I threw my head back in anguish ready to scream when the next stroke
hit me.
“Arggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I could hardly recognise my own
voice as the strap hit my thighs for the second time; the carefully
aimed stroke had been expertly applied, its mark delineating the broad
width of the strap upon my flesh. The accuracy was such, that the welt
of the second stroke was neatly adjoined to the mark of the first: It
was as if they had been dovetailed together.
I tried to draw in breath as the third stroke hit me, this time, the
strap, laying its four-inch width of venom, on the lower part of my
buttocks. I was in anguish and turmoil. I felt as if every sinew of my
body was stretched to a breaking point. I screamed… unable to control
either, my voice, or the violent shaking of my body.
“Argggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….. arrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.” I shook and
trembled in a violent paroxysm of agony and turmoil. My neck muscles
were so constricted that I gagged… my eyes rolling in their sockets as
the fourth stroke bit into my flesh, its wicked killing bite, cutting
into the very center of my buttocks.
“Arrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” My head rolled from side
to side as once again, the thick leather mercilessly bit into my
buttocks… its accurately aimed band of pain, again placed adjacent and
perfectly parallel to the last stroke. Had my punishment finished on
that fifth stroke, I am sure I would never have forgotten it and yet
there was to be more. Could the body endure such pain, was it possible.
My mind raced in a fever of indescribable agony.
Swwwissshhhhhhhhhhhhh. Craaaaaaaaaccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
“Arrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..oooOOOOOOOHHH.”
I felt my body stiffen to such a degree that not even the shivering of
my sinews was evident. I was in a trancelike state as the sixth stroke
fell on the very top of my bottom cheeks. I had gasped for breath
before I screamed and yet my voice was so high pitched that I did not
recognize myself.
I screamed and screamed. My body suddenly galvanised from my seizure
into a paroxysm of gyrations. I could feel my heart pounding in my
chest and the blood pumping past my ears as I wailed in anguish and
agony.
“Aarrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
arggggggggggggghh… arrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
I shuddered and shook as I felt the cold metal of the stethoscope upon
my back and chest. I could feel one of the nurses pull my penis away
from my body as Sister Pearson, encased my testicles in her soft hand.
I could not think coherently or articulate any utterance as the nurse’s
hands left me and both she and Sister Pearson stood back to watch the
continuance of my chastisement.
‘Swissssssssssssshhhhhhhh. Craaaacccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk’ The seventh
stroke cut into the top of my buttocks, following exactly the path and
target of the sixth. The pain coursed through me as I threw my head
back violently and screamed in agony.
“AAAAAArrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhh.” I shook and shivered as the pain
shot through my buttocks… I could not believe that anyone could stand
so much pain. I screamed, my voice high pitched and feminine, as the
fire ran through me.
“aaarrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
My vocal chords constricted and I was still wailing in anguish as the
eighth cut into my flesh just below the seventh, overlaying the same
flesh which had already been cruelly tormented by the heavy leather of
the regulation punishment strap. For a moment I could not articulate,
my body seemed numbed and then suddenly the fire cut through my body
like a knife.
“Arrrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I
wailed… my utter torment unchecked as I threw back my head in anguish.
“ mmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeerrrrrcy… I cccannnt stand….i it….. arghhhh.”
The ninth stroke almost lifted my feet from the floor as it seemed to
come upwards enveloping the under part of my buttocks. I became
fevered, I shook uncontrollably and violently, my legs rubbing
backwards and forwards as much as their confinement would allow, vainly
trying to assuage the pain from my body
“Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee arggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. I screamed at the top of
my voice as my body shivered in utter distress and my eyes rolled in
terror as the torturous pain increased unabated.
I felt hands upon my body… still blinded with absolute agony as my
testicles were held firmly and my penis, once again, pulled away from
my body. I rolled and shook my head from side to side as I was
clinically examined, hardly feeling the cold stethoscope against my
back and chest.
I could feel hands upon either side of my face… and then through my
mist of anguish I saw the beautiful face of Sister Pearson. I was
beside myself with grief as I pleaded.
“Oooohhhhhhhh…. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeee. Noooo
mmmore” My tears fell in a torrent as she looked at me and then nodded
towards my rear. I felt betrayed as she stood back and watched me,
abject in my cocoon of indescribable agony.
The last three strokes came quickly and fiercely… each stroke placed
one on top of the other, all placed accurately on the very center of my
buttocks.
I screamed one long scream… my endurance at an end, as the pain became
so intense that my body locked solid. Every muscle every sinew
stretched to its limit.
“Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ayyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee” My
scream was one long cry of pain, unpunctuated… unrepressed: an
unearthly high pitched cry of anguish.
Jenny Leander
Jenny had felt the familiar wetness between her legs, as she had looked
at the perfect white buttocks of the young boy. She felt sorry for him,
but she also recognised the inevitable sexual excitement she felt when
she was about to start a punishment.
On instinct she had put the strap on the floor and moved forward behind
him. With an almost delicious sense of control she had placed her hands
on his buttocks and slipped her fingers between the tightly clenched
cheeks of his bottom. She plied the quivering flesh apart, hearing him
gasp at the sudden intrusion.
Jenny had always had a penchant for dominance, ever since she could
remember. Her appointment to the center had been heaven-sent. She had
been able to indulge her pleasures, legally and with the full blessing
of the state. Her greatest thrill was when there were no witnesses to
the beating, other than the regular attendance of the center’s office
workers and essential personnel.
Jenny loved the embarrassment of the young boys. Seeing their tear
stained faces colour up to a deep crimson always sent a thrill through
her body. She relished each scream; basking in the total control she
had over the young offenders.
When she had come to the center she had realised that all of the girls
who worked in close proximity to the offenders, where very much like
herself. Many, she knew, had been attracted because of their enjoyment
in dominating young males. Even those that had joined without that
predilection, had soon found deep within their inner psyche, that they
were sexually excited by the severe regulation strappings.
The center encouraged as many of the office workers as possible to
attend the beatings. Their presence always caused further embarrassment
to an already humiliating experience for the young boys. Jenny knew
that most of the girls who watched the punishments were soon wet with
excitement as a boy was soundly and expertly thrashed.
The routine never varied to any great extent. But often after the boy
had been punished the pad would be removed and the bar would be raised
with the boy’s feet being spread apart and fastened securely. If there
were no visitors waiting to inspect her handiwork then she would stand
behind him and reach around to take his penis in her hand, before
milking him mercilessly until he reluctantly ejaculated. She would
exacerbate the humiliation of the young offender by talking to him as
she vigorously worked on his penis. “Well… you only have yourself to
blame, fancy having to have your bottom smacked by a girl.”
It was often the case that the miscreant seemed to form some sort of a
bond with his tormentor… and to her delight, the further embarrassment
of being chided and masturbated by her, caused them profound and abject
embarrassment.
It had been a long time since she had seen a boy seem to suffer his
punishment so badly, She was aware that some boys had particularly
sensitive flesh and it was obvious from this punishment that this young
man was one of those.
She had administered the strap, as she always did, covering him with
lashes from thigh to the very top of his buttocks with the first six
and for the second six, overlaying each stroke as she saw fit. She
always gave the last three strokes on the center of the buttocks, each
aimed to precisely fall on top of each other. She knew that even with
the hardiest of boys that the pain was intense… almost unbearable… but
she reasoned that after all, that is what they were here for.
She had seen Debbie show concern at the state of the boy, but had not
lessened the severity of her strokes, once she had been given the
go-ahead to continue.
Well sweetie, she thought. I am sure that between us all we will make
it up to you. She smiled at the delicious thought as she watched the
warders unfasten his legs and remove the extension and the pad from the
horizontal bar.
She could hear him groan as the horizontal bar was raised mechanically
so that he was able to stand upright. His feet were fastened ensuring
his legs would be spread wide apart. His arms were still fastened to
the horizontal bar and his head was resting on the top of the padding
which covered it.
She could see that his buttocks were badly blistered as he shivered and
shook with the intensity of his pain. She knew that she would not be
able to indulge in any other activity today as there were many more
visitors here than usual, including a senior and two junior judges. It
was common practice for the witnesses to stand around an offender after
he had been punished. Often they would chide him, sometimes taking hold
of his penis or his testicles as well as running their hands, sometimes
roughly, over his freshly blistered bottom.
She watched Debbie as she approached the boy, gently stroking his
cheeks as he stood there, sobbing in agony and anguish.
It was the senior judge who first got up from her chair. She approached
the boy and standing in front of the padded bar, gently held his head
in her hands. Jenny could not hear what she was saying, but the judge’s
actions seemed tender almost loving as she spoke with him. Jenny
watched as the judge patted the boy on his head and then walked around
the upright bars to examine his bottom. To her surprise and delight,
the judge bent down between his widely spread legs and reached through
his parted thighs. Jenny held her breath as she saw the judge lifting
his penis and gently cupping his testicles.
The judge held him there for several moments before letting him go.
Abruptly she stood up and went to stand beside Debbie. Jenny was far
too curious to let the conversation go unmonitored. She put down her
strap and joined Debbie and the Judge who greeted her warmly. “I was
just telling Sister Pearson, that he seems to have taken his punishment
badly. She has agreed to keep him here for a few days in the recovery
wing. I know you all have your duty to do, but I did wonder if perhaps
you might take special care of him... in view of his special
circumstances”
Both Debbie and Jenny smiled at the judge’s request. It was Debbie whom
replied. “I think we can take very special care of him. You are right,
I think he has taken it very badly and I understand that he lives
alone, so there is no-one else to look after him. If you would like…
you could see him in, say a couple of days. In fact I won’t release him
until you ask me to, how’s that?”
The judge smiled. “Yes I think he is erm… rather special and certainly
not our ‘run of the mill’ customer. Yes if you would… I er… would be
most grateful.” The judge looked around to see that most of the all
female audience were already leaving their seats; some were already
standing around the boy as he sobbed pitifully. Jenny saw that one of
the girls had nonchalantly reached down and taken hold of his penis,
stroking her other hand over his back in a comforting gesture. Jenny
knew that the statutory half hour of confinement after a punishment was
a painful time.
But she knew that most of the girls were cognizant of the court
transcript and of the boy’s circumstances and she could already see
that their attitude was one of tenderness and sympathy towards him.
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