Gynarchic Government Spanked Rude Male
Gynarchic Government Spanked Rude Male
This scenario happens about ten to fifteen years from now. The world is a lot different place than how we know it today. The scientists have figured out a way for anybody to be identified by sensors that are placed everywhere. Our own unique electro-magnetic field now identifies us, which is around our bodies. This is produced because our body contains a lot of water, and a small amount of electricity runs through us. There are now cameras everywhere, recording our every move.
In politics and the economy, women are no longer up against a glass ceiling. Women are now in control of a lot of the industry and government. The cameras also have face recognition, and if you do anything against the law, it is recorded and you are notified about the incident. Women who run the system are now about to track down men who are really jerks to women in public. Men are notified by mail to report to a behavior modification center where they are shown their indiscretions, and then have to pay the penalty for them. The following is a story about a man who received such a notice of indiscretion.
When I got home from work I checked my mailbox. There was a large red envelope in the mailbox marked urgent. I had heard about these red letters from my other male friends, but I was surprised to get one. I have always been very respectful to women when I have been in public and in private. When I opened the red envelope, the letter read:
“This is notification that you have broken various laws and have been disrespectful to women. Your indiscretions have been caught on our cameras and recorded. You are to report to the Behavior Modification Center at xxx address at 7 PM on 8/18/2018. If you do not report to the Behavior Modification Center within a half-hour of the appointed time, you will be arrested and the consequences will be even greater. However, you may also arrive up to one-half hour earlier than your appointed time.
Wear casual clothing and expect your appointment to last up to two hours. You will receive discipline and behavior correction for the laws that you have broken. It is recommended that you do not schedule any other activities after your appointment. Be sure to check in at the registration desk as soon as you arrive.
The Women’s Patrol Unit”
I was hoping to watch a baseball game on that night, but now I guess my plans will be changed. Some of my friends have already had to report to the Behavior Modification Center, but they wouldn’t tell me what happened during the appointment. I guess you have to sign a paper saying you will not reveal what happens to you.
I got off of work at 4 PM, so I had plenty of time to drive home, eat supper, and get ready for my appointment. The Behavior Modification Center was easy to find and had plenty of free parking round it. I arrived fifteen minutes early; to be sure I wasn’t late. There was a large round reception desk once I walked in, and I quickly checked in.
“It’s good that you are a little early. Please have a seat and someone will be with you shortly.” The young receptionist told me with a big smile. Once I was seated, I was surprised to see that the only reading materials were rulebooks on how women should be treated. I guess they really wanted you to be aware of how a man should behave around women. After about three minutes, a nice looking young woman with a clipboard called out my name.
“My name is Julie. Please follow me.”
We went down a long corridor and she opened a door called “Prep Room Three”.
Inside was a large viewing screen, lockers, and some benches to sit on.
“Please have a seat and watch the screen.”
Next I saw videos of me being a real jerk towards women. Before each video, it showed the date, time, and location of each incident. At the end of each video, it showed demerit points. I was surprised at how many videos they had of me treating women very badly. At the end of the last video it showed that I had accumulated 40 demerit points.
“The next step of your behavior modification is for you to take off all of your street clothes, put them in the locker, and put on this gown and slippers. Then walk down the hallway to the “Waiting for Correction’ room. Have a seat, and someone will be with you shortly. After your correction, I will escort you back to this room so that you can change back to your clothes and then you will be free to go home.”
Julie handed me a gown and slippers and then walked out of the room. Once my clothes were in the locker, I put on the gown. It was a thin hospital type gown that opened in the back. It was just long enough to go down to my knees and I felt very exposed in it.
I walked down the corridor to a room marked “Waiting for Correction”. There were about five other men seated on chairs and dressed only in a gown like I was. I seated myself, and the literature to read had to do with how to treat a woman properly.
The names of the other men were called, and now I was the only man in the waiting room. Soon, a tall and large looking woman called my name. She was dressed in a nurse’s uniform and had a clipboard.
“Follow me to your correction room.” She said. When we reached a door called “Correction Room Five”, she opened the door and said, “This is where I will deal with you behavior modification. Please enter, don’t say a word and follow my orders.”
The room had a metal SPANKing bench, with a lot of straps, in the of the room.
The walls were full of various whips, paddles, canes, and other SPANKing implements.
“Spread your legs and stand still,” she said. Then she got out a tape measure and took a measurement from the floor to my penis. After that, she went over to the wall and adjusted the SPANKing bench.
“My name is Nancy and I will be correcting your behavior. You have received forty demerit points, which means you will receive twenty swats from the paddle, twenty swats with the tawse, and six strokes of the cane. All of your punishment will be given all your bare bottom. Have you ever been to a Behavior Modification Center before?”
“No,” I replied. “This is my first time.”
“By your records, it looked like it was your first time. So I will guide you through the process. First, take off your gown, give it to me, and then bend over the SPANKing bench. Don’t worry. I have seen plenty of naked men.” While still facing the SPANKing bench, I handed Nancy my gown and bent over the SPANKing bench. I was now very aware that I was totally naked and about to be strapped to the bench.
“Spread your legs apart,” Nancy said.
I felt Nancy secure my ankles and upper thighs to the bench. The bench had a protrusion, which made my bottom stick up high. It also made me very aware of my penis and balls dandling between my legs which were spread apart. Next, I felt a wide waist strap secure me to the bench.
“Now drop your arms down to the floor.” Then I felt Nancy put wrist cuffs on me and my arms were now secured to the bench.
“This room is soundproofed so no one will hear you, but do you want a gag?” Nancy asked.
“No, I think I should be okay without one,” I replied.
“If you look in front of you, there is a mirror so that you can watch me punish you. If you want, I can blindfold you.”
“I think I’ll be alright without a blindfold.” I said.
“Good. Then I will start your punishment with my favorite paddle.” I saw Nancy pull a paddle off the wall. Next I felt her hands on my bare bottom and fondling my penis and balls. “You have a nice white round bottom. It should be fun for me to make it all red and hurt.”
“Just SPANK me and get my punishment over with!” I yelled out. It was embarrassing enough to be naked and about to be SPANKed, but it was even more embarrassing for me to have her fondle my body.
“Rule number one. Do not speak unless spoken to. If you speak out again, I will gag you.”
Now I felt totally helpless. Nancy continued to fondle my body and then I saw her pull back the paddle for my first swat.
I wasn’t expecting the swat to sting me so much. I tried to squirm around, but the straps held me in place.
This swat really hurt. “Ouch!” I yelled out. “Do you have to SPANK me that hard?” I asked.
“I warned you about talking.” Nancy said. I saw her walk over to the wall and soon she was securing a gag into my mouth. Now I was unable to talk. “That should keep you quiet for the rest of your punishment.”
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK
I really wanted to complain about how much the SPANKing stung my naked bottom, but since I was gagged, I couldn’t say anything.
At the end of my twenty SPANKs of the paddle, Nancy said, “Now you bottom is turning a nice red color. This punishment should have a good affect on your behavior. You will now receive twenty swats with the tawse.”
I saw Nancy replace the paddle on the wall and pick up the tawse. It looked like it would hurt a lot more than the paddle and it sure did. After twenty swats of the tawse, my bottom really hurt. I felt like I couldn’t take anymore.
Then to my surprise, there was a knock on the door and a girl who looked about twenty years old walked into the room. “Do you have time to fit one more punishment before you leave?” she asked.
“I guess so,” Nancy replied. I saw the young woman look at my bare bottom and then she said, “Good, I’ll schedule him as your next appointment. Say, your doing a good job punishing this guy. Do you mind if I feel his red hot bottom.”
“Go ahead!” Nancy said.
Next I felt the young girl’s hands all over my naked bottom. I felt even more embarrassed than before. She even grasped my penis and balls.
“His bottom feels really hot and I think he is reacting to this SPANKing. He should feel his punishment for a week. Thanks for taking the next appointment.
I’ll see you later.” Then the young girl left the room.
Nancy now reached between my wide spread legs and grasped my penis and balls.
“My, my. You are reacting to this SPANKing. You probably won’t be so hard after you get the six strokes of the cane. But for this part of your punishment, you get the blindfold.”
Soon my eyes were covered, I couldn’t talk because of my gag, and I was still secured to this metal SPANKing bench. All I could do was to wait for the pain of the cane. I felt the cane tap my naked sore bottom, heard a whistle, then
It really stung me. It felt like a lot of bees had stung my bare bottom in a straight line. I tried to squirm around, but I was secured to the bench.
Tap, whistle, SWAT
“Only four more and your punishment will be over with.” Nancy said. The second stroke felt like my bare bottom was burning in a straight line.
Tap, whistle, SWAT
Now I felt like I was going to faint from the pain.
Tap, whistle, SWAT
“Only two more left.”
Tap, whistle, SWAT
“This next stroke will be your last one, then your punishment will be over with.” I felt like my bottom was a burning ball of flesh, but I had no choice but to receive the last stroke of the cane.
Tap, whistle, SWAT
I now wanted nothing more than to rub my burning bare bottom. “You took your punishment very well. I am going to leave you secured to the SPANKing bench. Julie will be in shortly to let you loose from the bench. I hope that I will never need to punish you again.” Then I heard the door closed.
It seemed like hours before someone walked into the room. I could tell that it was Julie when she said, “Nancy does a great job in punishing the men who come in here. Your bottom is bright red with six parallel stripes from the cane.”
Then I felt her hands all over my bare bottom.
First, Julie took off my blindfold, then my gag, and then I could watch her release my wrists, ankles, and waist strap. As soon as I was totally released, my hands quickly went back to rub my bare bottom. I guess I gave Julie quite a view of my naked body, but at this point I didn’t care since my poor bottom hurt so much.
Julie then handed me my gown, and she escorted me back to the room with my street clothes. “Once you are dressed, you are free to leave. I suggest you rub lotion on your bottom once you get home. I will make it less painful for you.”
I dressed and as I left the Modification Center the receptionist said, “You better treat women with respect or your next punishment will be even worst.”
“I hope to never come back here again.” I yelled back as I went out of the door. I was very hard to even sit down and vehicle my car home. Now I will treat women with a lot of respect.
Originally posted 2013-06-15 07:22:34.