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Punishment 2015, Chap. 3
by Stephen


 
She could not have said which part was best. Each little part of her skilled and expert control of his emotions had been perfect. Seeing him squirm in anguish, as the relentless throbbing of the device, had sent him into paroxysms of utter embarrassment and sexual torture. Watching his face as she had verbally reduced his stature to that of a small boy; each part had added up to a sensuous and emotionally triumphant thrill.

One thing she was sure of… she would make sure… dammed sure that the opportunity occurred again. She did not know how… but she was determined that it would. ‘Soon she thought… I need that kind of thrill again… soon.
At last she reached her chair and sat down, pushing her flattened hand down between her tummy and the waistband of her skirt: her fingers had hardly touched the smoothly shaven lips of her vagina when she threw her head back and trembled in orgasmic pleasure; again and again, shuddering in the delicious thrill that rippled through her whole being.

From the moment that she been asked if she minded staying overnight by her friend and co-conspirator, Debbie Pearson; she had relished the thought of what she would do to the boy, slipping the hand made ivory eggs into her vagina had been a stroke of genius. So thrilled was she with her performance upon the boy’s fragile emotions, that she had been able to orgasm by simply squeezing her legs together.

‘Tomorrow,’ she thought, ‘I am going to have a serious talk with my lovely friend, Sister Debbie Pearson… ‘cos, if you don’t do it sister… I will!’ She chuckled to herself and then suddenly realised that she should think about getting some sleep before morning.

*


Stephen

The warders led me along the corridor, walking either side of me and holding me loosely, their fingertips gently resting on the inside of my upper arms.

They had awoken me earlier with a cup of coffee, even taking the trouble to bring sugar and cream which they added after asking me.
I had blushed as I thought about the events during the night. I had blushed to an even deeper red as one of the pretty warders had gently lifted the sheet baring my body totally. I had watched in dismay as she folded the sheet and placed it on a table by the doorway. The second warder had placed her hand on my back and stroked her fingers over my shoulders. “OK Stephen, time to go.” Was the only information I was given as I blushed in shame at my nakedness. I was aware that my penis was engorged as I slid my body off the bed, shivering as the movement caused my buttocks to clench. I had placed my hands over my groin in shame as I turned to face the two pretty warders.

They had taken me by the arms and pulled my hands away from my groin amplifying my humiliation as they both looked down together at my turgid penis, their eyes twinkling in amusement.

I had no idea where we were going as I walked naked and ashamed, sandwiched between their tall athletic bodies. We turned into a small room where a small number of breakfast plates had been prepared on a plastic topped table. The table, which occupied the centre of the room, also held a coffee flask, cups and jugs, as well as pots of various sizes. I looked at the plate, feeling hunger for the first time since I had arrived at the punishment center. The warders sat me down gently on one of the four chairs which surrounded the table. I gasped at the first contact of my buttocks with the plastic padding of the chair. Slowly I eased myself on to its surface finally letting my weight down on to my bottom.
“Guess you are a little sore after your session yesterday… never mind honey… it gets better so they tell me.” One of the warders stepped forward and unscrewed the lid of the flask.
“Its been prepared for you, so eat what you want… coffee is in the flask. We are going to trust you to remain where you are until we come for you. What ever you do, don’t wander off, it is punishable by another session with the strap… and we don’t think you would want that.”
I could hear them laughing as they walked back through the open doorway and into the corridor.


It was over three quarters of an hour later when they returned and led me to the Center Principle’s office. They knocked and waited until the door was opened by a young girl I had not seen before. She, like all the other staff in the Punishment Center, was extremely pretty. She was wearing a white shirt and navy skirt which only came to mid thigh. The skirt was cut loosely and swished about her lovely tanned thighs as she moved. Her legs were bare and her skin glistened with health. She was wearing dainty sandals on her small feet. Her hair was dark, almost black and cut to shoulder length, it shone with health, glistening as she moved her head to look at me. Her small mouth spread to reveal perfect teeth as she smiled, not with friendship, but rather with amusement at my naked humiliation as I was made to stand for her inspection. Her blue eyes twinkled with an almost scornful expression as I began to tremble with anguish.

She looked me up and down, her eyes casually examining my nakedness, before looking curiously at my blushing face. I was about to cover myself, but the sudden firm grip upon my arms pre-empted my impulse.
Her voice was casual and relaxed.
“Bring him in… you know the routine.”

I was led into a smart modern office. There were two desks, one was obviously for the young secretary and the other, which had a large glass surface, was placed in front of a huge window which ran from floor to ceiling. Behind the desk was the lady who had so casually instructed Sister Pearson to masturbate me before I was punished.
I felt utterly humiliated as I was led to stand, not in front of the desk, but around to the side by her chair.
She turned towards me as the two warders took a firm hold of my arms and stretched them outwards until they were parallel to my shoulders. They held me in that position as the woman pulled her chair forward until her knees were actually touching mine.
“Open your legs and stand with your feet as wide apart as they will go.” Her tone was quiet but firm. I blushed as I moved my legs apart, I could not help the shiver that ran through my body as she leaned forward and cupped her hands under my scrotum. I watched unable to draw my eyes away as she used her other hand to casually take a firm hold of my penis. I gasped at the sudden intimate handling of my genitals. “Timid little fellow aren’t you? How does your bottom feel this morning?”

She looked up at me, her smart business suit and her carefully made up face and beautifully groomed hair, contrasting surreally with my trembling nakedness.
I managed to mumble a reply as the young girl, which had let us into the room, moved to stand by the side of the Center principle. I felt nothing but shame as the woman casually handled my penis and testicles in front of her, as if my nakedness and ultimate humiliation was of no consequence.

I gasped as my penis throbbed in her hand. I began to shiver as she retracted the foreskin, casually exposing me fully to the gaze of the girl and the two warders.
I tried to avoid the young girl’s interested appraisal of my genitals as she suddenly looked at me directly. Her voice was almost a drawl as she looked down at my genitals which the Center principle was holding firmly.
“Quick on the trigger isn’t he. It amazes me how little control these young boys seem to have over their penises. Well he was certainly first in the queue with that cocky piece of meat.”
I blushed profusely as the Center principle let go of my genitals… and to my horror, left my penis pointing upwards towards the ceiling.
I felt the grip on my arms tighten as the girl leaned forward and reached towards my penis with her hands. I could do nothing but blush and tremble as she nonchalantly tapped the tip of my penis with her slender fingers. I felt my penis bob up and down before feeling the girl’s fingers wrap gently around the entire shaft. I was in turmoil as she slipped the foreskin back, exposing me fully once more.
“Cute little fellah isn’t he? Guess you young boys have no shame.” She held me firmly as she turned her head towards her superior, her pretty lips widening into a grin as she spoke.

“Are we going to milk him before the Justice’s visit, y’know… drain these fellahs?” She casually placed her other hand underneath my testicles and hefted the soft orbs of flesh in the palm of her hand. I almost fainted with embarrassment and shame as the warders held me firmly with my arms stretched out and my legs spread wide. Chuckling softly she continued.
“Or shall we have him walking around with his penis swinging about like this all day?” She took her hand from my penis and then playfully, slapped it from one side and then from the other. I blushed to a deep shade of red as everyone laughed at my penis swinging wildly like a pendulum.

The principle looked up at my face, seeing the tears in my eyes she spoke softly.

“OK Liz I think that will do. Just turn him around and bend him right over and then you can get take him for his prep and his bath.”
She waited for the girl to let go of me and then reached forward and traced her fingers over the smoothly shaven flesh around my penis and testicles.

“He won’t need another shave… tell them.” She waited as my trembling body was turned by the two warders until I was facing away from the Center principle and the young girl. Gently but firmly they bent me over. I gasped with shame and indignity as one of the warders moved in front of my head, which was hanging low and then held it in her hands.

She moved forward, straddling me between her long and athletic legs, gripping my head between her knees. She leaned over me and I felt her soft hands slide smoothly across my back and around my hips. She slipped them underneath me and pulled upwards against my hip bones, making me raise my bottom. The other warder tapped the inside of my thighs with the palm of her hand, until I had spread my legs widely apart. I shivered in absolute shame as I looked between my legs to see the Center principle lean forward and place both her hands gently against my buttocks.
“Argghhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I gasped as she gently prised my buttocks apart and examined my flesh closely.
After she seemed satisfied with the condition of my bottom, she reached beneath me and patted my penis.
“Alright young man you can go and get your bath.” I gasped again as I was allowed to straighten up and led across the room and through the door.




Moments later I entered the room where I had been so shamefully prepared for my medical examination. The nurses were all there waiting for me… as was Sister Pearson. I could have died with shame as her eyes went immediately to my genitals. I caught the smile on her face as she turned away from me and addressed the four nurses. OK… a good enema and then bath him thoroughly. Shave his face, but leave his genitals… although on second thoughts you can shave in between his bottom. I imagine that part will be getting a close examination this afternoon.” She turned back towards me and looked at the warders holding me by the arms. “Just hold him tight for a moment.” I blushed as she casually smoothed her hands around my penis, avoiding touching the shaft, but carefully feeling the above it as well as between my legs. I shivered as her hand brushed against my testicles as she deftly examined me between my legs.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at the four young nurses who were watching with interest as she casually smoothed her hand over my pubic area.

“He seems OK but you can check for yourselves.”

She looked at me, her face showing some concern as she saw my shame.
“I am just going to look at your bottom honey.”
She moved behind me and I felt her fingers slide gently over my wounded buttocks.” OK Sunshine… you will do.”
She walked back past me and back to the four nurses who were stood by the examination bench, where I had first been given an enema.
“Better get on with it girls… I will be in my office if you need me. Without looking back she walked towards the door and exited the room.

My shame seemed to know no bounds as they made me kneel on the bench, their soft hands moving and positioning me until my head was laid on the surface and my bottom was high in the air with my knees spread wide. I watched as one of the blonde haired nurses stood by my head… deliberately and slowly, she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, her hands only inches from my face.

She looked at me with a knowing expression on her face, making absolutely sure that I was watching her attentively before she sensuously lubricated the fingers of her right hand.
I could not help but watch her performance, shivering with shame and humiliation, as she made the finger and thumb of her left hand into an ‘O’ and slipped the lubricated forefinger through it in a gesture of penetration.

I felt the hands of one of the nurses gently part my tender buttocks, her touch was gentle, but she firmly parted them until I was stretched widely apart. The blonde nurse gave me one last look before she moved to the foot of the bench and reached forward, her hands slipping unhindered between the cheeks of my bottom.
I gasped as the cool lubricating gel touched my skin. “Oooooohhh… arggghh.” I felt the nurse’s fingers press against my tightly constricted sphincter. The pressure of her fingers increased as she spoke to me.” Relax Sweetie… and take a nice deep breath.” I had hardly begun to inhale as her finger suddenly impaled me. I could not help trying to raise myself from the bench as she penetrated me deeply, her finger sliding right up to the hilt.
I felt hands upon my shoulders pressing me down as she began to work her finger in and out of my bottom. I could feel the knuckle stretch me as she began to work her finger more quickly.
I had seen nothing of the preparation of the enema as a cold object was pressed against the upper part of the crevice of my bottom.
“Oooohhhhh… oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I gasped, as suddenly the nozzle slid slowly and steadily up through my sphincter and deep inside my bottom. I was held firmly as the nozzle widened, stretching me unbearably wide, before my sphincter closed firmly over the narrowed part of the nozzle.
The nozzle felt longer and deeper than the one they had used the day before and I felt thoroughly penetrated as warm water began to gush up inside me.
“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… owwwwwwww.” The feeling of my stomach being rapidly inflated caused me to yelp. I felt soft hands slip between my legs and brush against my testicles and erect penis before being flattened, palms upwards, against my tummy. “There we are Sweetie; we’ll just rub your little tummy to stop you getting the cramps… Try and hold still and let the water do its work.
I began to feel bloated, but as the nurse had promised, their hands kneaded my tummy and eased the discomfort. My humiliation was causing me far greater anguish than the pressure of the water inside me.

Whether it was accidental or deliberate I could not tell, but the nurses’ hands constantly rubbed or tapped against the tip of my penis. The wrist of the nurse who had accessed my tummy now constantly contacted intimately against my testicles and the shaft of my penis.
I started to gasp as the water filled me with an incredible pressure. I could feel that my tummy was greatly distended and grunted as the discomfort had now become pain.
“There we are… all done. What a good little boy you are. Now we are going to let you evacuate just where you are. We are going to help you to raise yourself up, but not move your legs or knees. Cindy will put a pan between your legs”.

I gasped and groaned as they helped me raise my upper body so that I was in an upright position, albeit on my knees. I felt the cold stainless steel pan being slipped between my legs as two of the nurses stood at each side of me, holding me steady. I blushed as I looked down at my erect penis which was jutting out lewdly from between my thighs. I could see from the faces of the nurses that the cause of my embarrassment had not gone unnoticed.

Their free hands once again returned to rub my tummy, knocking against the shaft of my penis constantly as they held me in an upright position.
I could only close my eyes in shame as they continued to stroke their hands gently from my chest right down to where the trunk of my penis joins my body.
I could not help gasping every so often as their fingers touched or tapped against my penis keeping me erect as they held me steady.
I could feel my stomach bursting to rid itself of the copious amounts of water that had been forced up inside. I groaned and even in my shame had to look at one of the nurses. “I c’ cant hold it any er… longer er… miss” I stammered as I felt the inevitable my sphincter giving way to the pressure.
“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I groaned in acute anguish as, almost callously, I felt one of the nurses abruptly pull the nozzle from up inside my bottom. I almost fainted with the pain as my sphincter was stretched wide to accommodate the widest part of the device. I evacuated the moment the nozzle was pulled clear, blushing profusely as I heard the sound of the water empty into the pan.
My ears rang with shame as I heard her next words. “There we are… your potty training must have been really thorough Stephen!”

I felt a warm cloth wipe between my thighs and the cheeks of my bottom, this action too, seemed to be the cause of merriment amongst the young nurses. “You have been a very good boy Stephen, but you are in no position to wipe your own bottom, so I will have to wipe it for you… little boys never seem to wipe their bottoms properly.”
I groaned with embarrassment as they examined the contents of the pan.
“Good boy… you are almost done. Do you think that you could lay on your side and not hurt your bottom. Do you think you could do that for me Stephen?”

I shivered in shame as the pan was taken away and the nurses helped me to lie on my side. I turned a deep shade of red, blushing with shame as I was laid down facing the blonde nurse who had inserted the nozzle into my anus. My penis was pointing straight towards her, she reached and casually took it in her hand, her fingers wrapping around the shaft and pushing the foreskin down towards my body.
“My you are a big boy today. Do you think you can draw your knees up to your chest for me?” I trembled in shame as she held me in a firm grip for several moments before letting me go.

My penis felt as hard as rock as they took hold of my legs and drew them up, before turning me onto my back so that my bottom was lifted off the surface of the bed. They placed a rolled up towel under the bottom of my spine and two nurses, one at each side of me, forced my legs back until my knees where nearly touching my face.

I watched the smaller of the two blonde nurses casually take a huge syringe from off the instrument tray and depress the plunger slightly until water shot out of the long and frightening looking nozzle. She looked at me, her amused expression making me feel uneasy.
“I am just going to give you a little cleansing squirt in your bottom and then we will all give you a nice warm bath and make you look like a nice clean little boy for the Sister.”
Her words belittled me even more, making me feel wretched and ashamed as the dark haired nurse greased the nozzle of the syringe in an exaggerated display, her hand smoothing over the nozzle as if it were a penis.
I could only gasp, looking up at the ceiling after she had caught my eye and given me a professional smile.
I felt hands between my legs and could not help looking as the dark haired nurse gently parted my buttocks, while her companion moved forward with the huge syringe. I watched gasping in despair as the nurse insinuated her finger right up through my sphincter and into my bottom.
“Arggggggghhhhhhhh… ooooooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH. I tried to shuffle my bottom away from the pressure of her finger and the initial probing of the syringe, much to the twinkle eyed amusement of all the nurses.
After that I groaned continuously as, first the nozzle was deftly and swiftly navigated up through my sphincter and then pushed firmly up into position, the rounded tip, seemingly reaching right up into my stomach.
“OoooooooooOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH…. Arrrhhhh.” I was allowed no respite as the nurse who was holding the syringe looked at me and spoke gently, still with a twinkle of amusement in her pretty eyes.
“Take a nice deep breath for me Sweetie.” I managed to comply just as she pressed the plunger, her firm action sending a gush of water deep inside me. “Arggggggggh. Please noooooooo….” I wanted to lift up off the table, anything to escape the acute sensation that I felt within my bottom. The nurses held my legs firmly as the dark haired nurse casually reached forward and took both my erect penis and my testicles in her hands, squeezing them gently.
“OOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH.” I threw my head back and wailed as the blonde nurse emptied the entire contents of the syringe; the torrent of water racing up into my bottom, the liquid gushing fiercely as it seemed to penetrate the whole of my torso.
“Steady now, my poor baby… it will soon be over now, what a brave little boy you are.” Her words only added fuel to the flames of my embarrassment.
I was in a continuum of anguish and shame as they busied themselves about me. First taking the nozzle from my bottom and then manoeuvring me off the bed and making me stand on the floor in a squatting position above the pan.
One of the nurses was holding a gloved hand up between my bottom cheeks, pressing hard on my sphincter to stop me evacuating too soon.
“That’s the way my brave boy… squat down like a good little Indian.” I could have died with shame. I knew there were tears in my eyes as eventually they prompted me to evacuate with pressure on my tummy and a sudden and humiliating stretching of my buttocks… soft fingers, gently but firmly separating my buttocks until they were obscenely spread.
The bath was no less of an embarrassment and humiliation. They washed me thoroughly, my hair, my neck, my ears and of course the utter shame of their hands casually and flippantly toying with my penis and testicles.

They made be adopt the most humiliating of postures as they shaved my bottom and around my penis… making be bend then stretch as they denuded me of any hair.

Hands were everywhere… my foreskin, deftly retracted as busy fingers washed behind the rim; the slender fingers wriggling between the tender cheeks of my buttocks and the final insult: the erect finger that penetrated my sphincter, making me rise up on my tiptoes as it probed and explored deep within my tortured bottom.

My lips were trembling in shame and there were tears in my eyes as I was stood on the tiled floor, with my legs stretched widely apart to await further indignities.

I was dried like a young child… held with my arms out by the amused and pretty warders, as every crevice of my naked body was diligently wiped. I was naked and ashamed as the warders positioned my body to await the Sisters inspection. I was made to stand with my feet together my back arched straight and my hands clasped to the top of my head. When they had positioned me they stepped a few paces back behind me.
I felt utterly degraded and shamed as I stood waiting to have my naked body examined by the beautiful Sister Pearson… the girl I had dreamed of as a suitor, rather than the juvenile and degrading position I was in now. The embarrassment was so intense and acute, that it made the nerves in my teeth stand on edge.

I watched and waited as the nurses gathered around a table at the far end of the room. One of them talking on the telephone as another sat on the table top, her leg swinging to and fro as she relaxed. I could see that the nurses’ focus of attention was still my naked body as I stood trembling in my cocoon of shame.

I waited in trepidation as the nurses sat casually relaxing at the far end of the room. I nearly jumped out of my skin as the door opened noisily and the Sister walked into the room. She looked beautiful and radiant, her face so perfect that I was mesmerised by her. Her lips wore newly applied lipstick and her eyes were exquisitely made up to accent the deep emerald green of the iris.
She was dressed in a fresh white tunic, the thin and expensive looking material, clinging to her body almost in symmetry to her tall and lithe figure. She wore the blue and gold belt and epaulettes of her rank upon her waist and shoulders.

She looked at the nurses and then walked quickly towards me, until her body was only a few inches from mine. I could smell the subtle and clean sophisticated scent of her perfume as she peered closely at my tearstained face and trembling lips.

She looked concerned, but I thought I also detected a spectre of delight in her face, as she dropped her head to examine the rest of my body. She made no pretence at hiding the fact that she was examining my erect penis. She stooped down and looked carefully at my penis and testicles.
I could not help myself as my penis throbbed once, lifting upwards and then dropping back down in a series of pulses, completely remote to my own will.
I could have wailed in grief at the utter and abject embarrassment I felt, as it happened suddenly and unexpectedly only a few inches away from her face.

I was dreading her looking at me as she eventually finished examining my genitalia and stood up meeting my eyes, directly and enquiringly. I coloured up instantly, in a violent reddening of my cheeks, the flesh burned in shame and anguish as I was forced to meet her gaze. Her expression was thoughtful and yet amused in a wistful way. She did not speak, but carefully looked into my face, her eyes moving over my features, mesmerising me with her beauty as she examined every contour, crease and angle of my face.
It seemed to be many moments before she moved around me and I stood trembling knowing that she was examining my naked body intimately and that I could do nothing about it. I stood there for what seemed like an age before she reappeared in front of me. Her voice was soft and made me tingle with the quality of it as she spoke.
“Open your mouth wide, there’s a good boy.” I blushed, managing to part my trembling lips quite widely. “As wide as you can for me…. now let’s see.” It was too much for me as her body moved to touch mine. I could feel the tip of my penis pressing against her pubis before it slid up to be sandwiched between her tummy and mine.

The cool gentle fingers of her left hand slipped around my waist and held me close as she brought her other hand gently up to my face and pressed gently downwards on my chin. Her voice whispered as I became totally intoxicated by the feel of her body and the closeness of her beautiful face against mine.
She peered into my mouth, her gentle fingers tilting my head from side to side as I stood naked with my hands pressed against the top of my head.
At last she seemed satisfied. She stood back and looked at my naked body once more, her eyes examining me everywhere.

As if it was an afterthought, she moved forward again and spoke softly. “Stand up straight with your back arched, looking straight ahead.” I did as I was told only to blush with horror and the absurdness of my situation as her fingers delicate brushed over my penis.
She seemed to caress my penis rather than examine it, which to my dismay started to throb violently. She let go of me and quickly cupped my testicles in the palm of her hand and lifted them upwards. “Cough please Stephen.” I was trembling all over as I coughed loudly, hoping not to prolong the stimulation of her hand cupping my scrotum.
She seemed satisfied and once again stood back.
“Thank you Stephen, you have been a good boy.”
She smiled at me… and I perceived it to be a genuine smile as she quickly turned away and walked over to the nurses.
After a few words with all of them, she left the room without looking at me again.

It was two of the dark haired nurses rather than the warders who led me back to the padded bench where I had spent the night. With little fuss they positioned me, holding my penis as they fed the erect flesh through the hole in the surface. I felt the nurse stroke her hands over my genitals from underneath the bed before they both busied themselves with strapping me down. The strap was not too tight and I lay with reasonable physical comfort as they covered me with the sheet. To my embarrassment the smaller of the two nurses lifted the sheet and uncovered my buttocks. She stroked her hand over my sore bottom cheeks, her fingers trailing with the delicacy of a feather.
“You will have about an hour here so rest… or sleep if you can.” I watched them leave; the lights were not turned down but remained brightly lit.

*
Debbie Pearson

Debbie had had a virtually sleepless night but had still arrived early for her day’s duty. She had spent much of her time in deep thought, her usual and conscientious way of working things out had prevailed and she had written down several plans of action. One by one she had discarded them, but kept segments of the better ones combining them, until at last she had made up her mind.

The real success of such a relationship will rely not on subterfuge or deceit, but on playing by the rules, as long as of course one could manipulate the rules first. She smiled at the thought as she looked across the corner of the table to her confident… Constance Hartman.

Constance spoke with consummate authority her voice well modulated and clear… as if she were in court.

Yes it is perfectly legal. You are over the age of twenty-one years, and as such are an adult, with the same rights as a person twice or even three times your age. You are a valued citizen of this community. You are employed in a responsible and valued job. With my recommendation there would never be any question of your suitability. I think the idea is wonderful and I am sure that I can get my fellow justices to sign immediately and… I can tell you no department in this city would ever question the recommendation of three Justices of the Peace.

Debbie looked thoughtful and then spoke quietly to the Senior Judge.
“Would it not seem unusual to have him living there? Would not that be brought into question?”
Constance looked at her and replied confidently.
“Of course not; he is a minor. I am going to state that he is not mature and it is a blessing that he was brought to the attention of the court. The order takes him to his legal age of adulthood and until that time he will be your ward: bound over to you and subject to your rules. It is not unusual for the person that has a ward bound over to them to take a keen rather than summary interest in their welfare. We have several upright citizens, which I could quote you or anyone else that should enquire, who take a keen day to day interest and control of their wards.”
Constance paused and looked seriously at Debbie.
“I assure you that feeling the way you do… and I know you have deliberated well… it will be not only be beneficial to you, but to him too. I think you are right about his passion for you and by the end of today you will know… and if your suspicions about him are completely wrong then I can easily relieve you of your responsibility. How does that sound do we have a deal?”
Constance laughed and Debbie smiled, secure and happy in her decision.

Debbie had really made up her mind yesterday, but had promised herself that she would scrutinise him again today, to confirm her decision. There were few pitfalls but very much more to gain. She knew that she would never be able to live a normal life again, the Punishment Center had seen to that. It had awakened latent desires that she had not consciously realised that she had had. Her financial circumstances made working at the Center a vocation, rather than a means to earn a living. She was convinced that she would never be able to marry in the normal sense, after all what bedtime activity could compare with the normal procedures operated at the Center on a daily basis!
She stood up and helped Constance clear the tray of coffee and biscuits from the surface of the enormous plate glass conference table.
They both arranged the chairs so that only the side of table furthest away from the door would have seating. Their view would be unhindered.
Although Debbie was aware that she would go through the motions of her work for the rest of the day, she knew that her interest would be less than attentive. She had but one image in her mind… and that was walking through her own front door… with her prize.

She excused herself from Constance and returned to her office. Like all senior personnel at the Center, her office afforded her every luxury… and today she was glad of her personal facilities. She entered her bathroom, which was large and beautifully tiled in Tuscan. There was a large bath and shower, double sink and bidet. The walls, where not tiled, were mirrored; affording a rear view as well as a front view by the reflected person standing in certain parts of the bathroom.
Off to the side of the bathroom was her personal dressing room where, as well as her uniforms, she kept a variety of summer and winter clothes.
Shelves and cupboards lined the dressing room, filled with her personal effects, makeup, toiletries and simple jewellery. She had on several occasions attended unplanned functions straight from the Center building, without having to return home for an appropriate dress or pair of shoes.

She undressed slowly and sensuously, her mood dreamily surreal as she watched herself in the mirror. As she became nude, she stood to appraise her body. Her breasts were her most unusual feature. Full and firm, they were perfectly proportioned to her slender and lithe body. The unusual feature of her breasts was the second mound of flesh that surrounded the nipple.
It was so pronounced that it was like a small second breast placed on the centre of the first. She had only ever seen breasts like hers once before and that had been on a German Television programme that had been dubbed into English for PBS.

The documentary was supposed to chronicling the daily life of a tribe of Africans. Debbie had been drawn to the pictures of the female population, who all seemed to carry the same physical make-up. While the men of the tribe were very average in their physique and certainly could not be described as handsome, the women were tall and beautiful and their breasts had certainly taken the eye of the cameraman.

More and more throughout the programme he had concentrated his camera upon this physical feature, so much so, that she was certain that PBS would not be showing it again, certainly not as a documentary about tribal way of life.


The plump and prominent secondary mounds of flesh of the African girls were so alluring that she had stripped off her clothes and compared her own breasts in her mirror to those of the tribal girls. She realised that the shape was exactly the same and that her own plump mounds of flesh were certainly as prominent and as large as those of the televised girls.

She had always been aware from the time of her first serious date that boys could not get enough of her. The odd boyfriends that she had tolerated for short periods of time had been extremely hard to get rid of once they had caught site of the alluring look of her breasts.
She leisurely examined her body, noting that her stomach was absolutely flat and firm and accented another unusual feature of her body. The flatness of her tummy accented the exaggerated prominence of her pubic mound. The flesh was pliant and firm and swelled to a perfect mound that dipped sexily between her legs.

The lips of her vagina were plump and reminded her of two perfectly smooth and firm wedges of peach. There was a patch of soft pubic hair, about the size of a silver dollar, above the crease of her vagina; this was the only hair she had upon her body below her eyebrows. Her underarms as well as her pubic and anal area were completely and naturally bereft of hair. She had often thought that it was a good job that it was fashionable to shave ones arms and pubis in this country. She had met other girls who from birth, had little or no hair on their bodies, but had never met anyone with such a perfect arrangement as herself.

She examined her long beautifully shaped legs, turning full circle in the mirror to appraise the tone and quality of her perfectly proportioned limbs. Even her feet were neat and small. Like her slender and articulate hands, her feet followed the same petite proportions. Although Debbie possessed a degree of modesty that others found difficult to maintain, she had known that she was indeed blessed with an unusual and superior face and body. For a pretty girl, it does not take long, even from an early age, to know that you are superior in looks. The attention of boys from that early age breeds hauteur that, often subconsciously, is designed to keep admirers at their distance.
She turned again, this time examining her beautifully firm buttocks. The smooth skin of the perfectly shaped hillocks of her bottom glistened with health under the lights of the bathroom.

She smiled to herself as she thought about the course she had embarked upon.
‘I wonder if he will enjoy the benefits,’ she mused as she let her long slender fingers trickle magically over her breasts, before firmly sliding down her flat tummy to the prominent mound below.
Slowly she teased open the firm plump lips and dipped her fingers gently between the springy firmness of the pliant wedges of flesh. It took but a few moments before her body shuddered in a tightly confined, but delicious orgasm.
Her mouth opened in rapture, her small beautifully shaped lips opening to reveal her perfect teeth as she breathed in deeply.
‘Yes my young man,’ she thought, you will suit me wonderfully well and if you are a good boy, reap your reward… but under firm control.




*


Stephen


I was awoken by one of the young nurses. I had managed to sleep, possibly because of the lack of sleep during the night, but my sleep had been fitful and troubled when at last I did manage to doze off.
I became aware of my childlike and vulnerable position as I felt the nurse undo the buckle of the strap and her hand gently smooth over my bared bottom. I blushed immediately as a second girl entered the room. It was the young girl from the Center Principle’s office. Her pretty lips widened into a smile as she saw my blushing face and bared bottom.
The nurse spoke as she released my waist from the strap. “Right this is Miss Liz Bryson, she is going to supervise you while you have your photograph taken. I blushed again as I heard her words. I was about to ask why I was to be photographed, when the young girl spoke to me, her voice firm and sharp.
“Did Sergeant Leander not tell you Stephen… Sweetie? You don’t question the rules… got it?” I gasped as she reached underneath the bench and tapped my flaccid penis with her fingertips. “Got it?”
I stammered unable to contain my shame in front of the young girl and the nurse. “Er Yes… er miss… I won’t do it again.”
She deliberately tapped my penis one more time. “Good boy, that’s what I like to hear.”


Another walk down the corridor with my hands clasped to my head ensued, this time thankfully, with my penis soft and flaccid. They led me to a large room which had camera lights and tripods of various descriptions set up against a white roll backdrop. There were several large bodied digital cameras mounted on tripods with wheeled dollies underneath them, each with a different type of lens and matte-box.
The room had a large floor area with only a row of cupboards on one wall, they were topped with a shiny surface upon which were flat monitor screens and powerful looking computers.
Against the backdrop was a trestle with a padded surface and to the side of the white roll background was a large measurement graphic which had the various heights printed in large non-serif typography.

There was an open doorway further along the back-dropped wall. I stood and waited as the door was closed behind me. The nurse left me with Miss Bryson and walked through the open doorway. Miss Bryson stood in front of me, her arms were folded across her breasts and she stood looking at me. I dropped my head in shame at her unhurried appraisal of my naked form. I was standing with my legs together and my hands upon my head as she stepped towards me and put her hand upon my cheek, making sure that I looked her in the eyes as she spoke.

“Right my little Honey-bunch… I am going to photograph you. You may be wondering why, so as it is not a secret, I will tell you. The records of your crime are kept along with a photograph of your punishment, copies of which are sent to the court. You have to remember that you are now a convicted criminal and as such will be held on record for the rest of your life.”
I looked at her pretty face, blushing as she continued to speak softly to me.
“The photographs along with the disc recording of your punishment will also show that you were punished properly and fairly and that no other part of your body was hurt.” I blushed as I realised that my strapping had been recorded. I had not been aware of any cameras at the time of my punishment.

“The fact that we have these photographs and recordings ensures that our naughty boys and girls are too embarrassed to reveal what transpires at a Punishment Center… can you imagine the shame of your friends seeing you screaming, while a pretty girl straps your little bottom.”
I coloured up again, my lips trembled as her eyes fixed on mine. “I can see that you are no different; embarrassed are we Sweetie?”
My attention was drawn to the doorway, which I could see over her shoulder. To my dismay the Sergeant, who had strapped me, walked into the room followed by all four of the nurses. I trembled in humiliation as they approached me.
Miss Bryson, looked over her shoulder and then turned back to me, her eyes looking at me curiously. “Timid little fellow aren’t you… never mind, let’s get this job done.”
The nurses came to stand either side of me as Miss Bryson left me and walked over to the camera equipment. It was Sergeant Leander that stepped in front of me and casually placed her hand on my shoulder.
Her attire was the same as she had been wearing at my induction. She fingered the cattle prod that was holstered in her belt and looked at me her eyes, searching my face. “OK Honey… you’re going to be embarrassed whether you like it or not. You ought to realise straight away, that we have the power to fasten you down and deliver another four strokes to that bottom of yours. I know you wouldn’t want that so I am advising you to do what we say, quickly… and without fuss or comment.”
“What do you do Sweetie Pie?”
I could not keep the tremor from my voice as I looked at her pretty face. I had a peculiar feeling as I realised it was those pretty hands that had held the strap and beaten me so cruelly.
“I… er will… er obey…er quickly and.. er without fuss or comment…er miss.” I could feel tears in my eyes as I looked at her. For some reason I wanted her to put her arms around me and comfort me. Instead she reached forward, her hand moving quickly between my legs, and took a gentle but firm hold of my testicles. Her fingers felt cool and smooth against my shaven scrotum. I gasped and shivered as her fingers enveloped my testicles.
“Don’t move.” She commanded sternly she squeezed once and then let me go.
“Argghh.” I gasped as I felt the firm pressure of her fingers.

“OK Honey, first shot. Take your hands from your head and go to the trestle over there. Bend right over the bench. Spread your legs as wide as you can and rest the palms of your hands on the floor, with your hips resting on the padding. I am not going to help you… you are going to do it yourself… what are you going to do?”
I blushed, my face burning with shame and my lips trembling as I answered her. “Er… please miss… I am going to bend over the bench.. er with my legs spread apart and my er… hands on the floor.”
She stroked my cheek gently and smiled at me. What a good boy… that’s exactly right Sweetie… Now Miss Bryson is going to instruct you from now on, I will be here with my little cattle prod in case you don’t obey quickly enough for her. So come along Sweetie… get to it.”
I walked to the bench and took my hands from my head. I felt absolutely foolish as the nurses and the young girl as well as the sergeant watched me. I leaned over the padded trestle, knowing how stupid I must have looked as I let myself almost fall over it. I parted my legs a little, aware that my penis and testicles were hanging down on their side of the bench. I waited for the inevitable instruction to open my thighs even further.

Instead there was silence as I planted the palms of my hands flat against the floor. I was blushing and trembling as I heard the camera being wheeled forward. I remained bent over the bench with my head hanging down, and my eyes tightly shut in shame.

The sudden shock and pain of the open palmed slap made me cry out. “Argghhhhh.” I opened my eyes and tried to turn my head as a second slap was administered over my tender and tortured bottom cheeks.
“I warned you honey… legs well apart.” I looked to the side where the voice of the sergeant had come from… and realised that it had not been the sergeant who had slapped me, but Miss Bryson.
I gasped as her soft hand stroked gently over my stinging buttocks. Her voice sounded amused as she felt over my burning bottom cheeks. “Right Sonny… spread ’em until they ache.
Got it Honey?”
I blushed as I stretched my legs wider than I had ever thought I was able.

“Well done Honey-bunch, she drawled as I heard the camera fire quickly, the shutter sounding a muffled chatter as it took multiple shots.
I was aware that the nurses had moved closer. They seemed to be familiar with the routine as two of them placed their hands on my shoulders.

Before I could protest I felt the embarrassment and shame of my buttocks being parted. The other two nurses had each slipped both hands between the cheeks of my bottom, their hands pulling from either side as they proceeded to stretch my buttocks widely apart.

“Arghhh… oooooohhhhh.” I could not contain my anguish as I was stretched wide open while the camera whirred and chattered as another series of images was digitally recorded.
They held me in that position long after the camera had stopped and I began to wonder why I was still being held when, suddenly I saw from between my legs, the young girl approach me. I felt her hands gently touch my penis and testicles which hung down from between my widely spread thighs. She took a firm hold of my testicles and proceeded to tap her fingers against the tip of my penis. I could only gasp and groan in utter misery as I was stretched wide while the fingers of the young girl deftly aroused my penis.
“Arghhhhhhh… oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I could not help myself… I felt humiliated beyond belief as I felt my penis stirring. I felt her gentle gingers, slip the foreskin back to uncover the glans. She let go of my testicles and applied both hands diligently to my penis, skilfully eliciting a sexual response from my member which responded against my will, to the soft and insistent touch of her fingers.

I was blushing a bright red by the time she took her hands away. I heard the camera whir and then felt the nurses release the pressure of their hands upon the cheeks of my bottom. I was gasping in relief as they helped up from the trestle. My legs and back were aching as I stood shamefaced in an upright position. The sergeant and one of the nurses moved the trestle to the wall, away from the backdrop. I blushed again as I looked down at my penis which was now jutting out from my body. I could feel the hardened flesh ache, bobbing up and down in a constant throbbing, over which I had no control.
One of the dark haired nurses gently stroked her hand over my cheek and looked me in the eye.
“Don’t worry, it will get better Sweetie.” Her voice was soft and tender as she looked at me with an expression of concern on her pretty face. She turned and followed the Sergeant and the other nurses through the doorway to, what I presumed, was another room.
I was left alone with Miss Bryson, who left me no time to ponder as she took my arm and led me over to the white back-drop. She stood me facing the white paper, with my back turned towards the camera.
I could feel her breath on my back as she stood behind me and placed her hands gently on my hips. “Now Stephen, I want you to stretch your arms out above your head and stay in that position until I tell you to do otherwise.” I felt the feathery touch of her fingers delicately touching each side of my waist and then chest, as she ran her hands upwards to correct the position of my arms, as I stretched them out above my head.
“That’s the way… now stay as you are.”
I heard rather than saw her return to the camera and take more pictures and then her footsteps as she approached me again. To my horror, she placed both hands on my waist and then slid them around to my tummy and downwards, her slender fingers, familiarly and deftly, taking hold of my erect penis and cupping my testicles. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back as she leaned forward, her cheek brushing under my outstretched arms as she examined my genitals.
“OK Honey… turn around and face the camera, keep your arms stretched upwards, just as you are.”
I blushed as she squeezed my penis before letting go of my genitals. I felt dizzy with shame as I turned towards her as she looked at me from behind the large digital camera.
“A smile is optional.” She said mischievously as looked down into the viewfinder. I coloured up instantly, aware that her photograph would record the foolishness of my position, with my penis erect and my blushing face squeezed between my two up-stretched arms. I began to tremble as I realised the full extent of my shameful exposure to the camera. She finished her series of digital images and approached me once more this time she was carrying a large card, which was shaped like the number plate of a car. I could not help colouring up again as stood before me. To be handled and ordered around by such a young girl was so embarrassing that I hung my head in shame.
I was acutely aware of the juxtaposition between my nakedness and the trim and attractive appearance of the young girl in front of me. I noticed that she had undone a further button of her blouse to reveal the plump soft contours of the upper part of her breasts. Although her demeanour was one of efficiency, I felt sure that she was extracting pleasure from my shame and embarrassment.

“OK Sweetie, stand in front of the height chart facing the camera and hold this, come on you can take your arms down now. She handed me the card and watched me blush furiously as I read it. ‘Stephen Ryder’ was printed in bold letters across the top and underneath in smaller letters it read: ‘Punished for Driving while unfit through Drink.’

She held my arm as I stood facing the camera and then adjusted my position until I was holding the placard across my chest. Casually she cupped my testicles as she spoke to me.

“Stay as you are now and don’t move until I have finished.” Her hand left my testicles and she casually smoothed her fingers around my freshly shaven pubic area. I groaned in dismay as she tapped her fingers lightly under my erect penis, making it bob up and down.
“Well honey… if you insist in having your penis erect… then that is how you will go on record.”
I groaned in dismay.. “Please er… Miss couldn’t you er… wait a minute er…” I was shaking with embarrassment as I pleaded.
“Look Sweetie, I can’t help you, you’re the one with his willy sticking out for the whole world to see. So stay exactly as I have positioned you and don’t move… you obviously want everyone to know what a dirty little boy you are.”
I trembled in shame as she took a series of photographs and then made me put the placard down and stand sideways. I could feel tears in my eyes as she moved the camera closer to me. I was acutely aware that my penis was standing upwards in front of the measuring graphic as she continued to take a long series of exposures.


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