In the year 2012, society has drastically changed. Women are now in control of everything, and the men serve the women. It is a gentler society, but the men still need to be disciplined on a regular basis to keep them in their place. Although most of the women do spank their husbands, this new society set a unique system of correction to keep the men in line. For every 500 men living in a town or city, there was a “House of Correction”. This is where the punishments were given to the men. After a man received 6 or up to12 demerits, he needed to report to the “House of Correction” to receive his punishment. A demerit was received when a man was disrespectful to a woman, hit a woman, or if he showed off his male ego. Each man had an implanted chip that allowed any woman to identify the man by a special number. Once the woman had this number, she could add a demerit to his account using a small handheld device that also worked as a telephone. On the man’s telephone, he had a constant read out of how many demerits he had. This is a story is about a man who lived during this period of time.
I usually work in the city, but I was sent away to another town on a business trip. I was gone for about a week, and was travelling back to the city when I noticed that my telephone said I had 20 demerits. You are supposed to report to a “House of Punishment” after 6 but with no more than 12 demerits. Also, you are suppose to report to the “House of Punishment” close to where you live. This way they get to know you a lot better, and can punish you better. Since it was going to take more than six hours to get back home again, I decided to stop in at a “House of Correction” that was in a small town. I didn’t want to receive anymore demerits, and I was in enough trouble the way it was.
When I reported in to the receptionist, I was told that only 12 of my demerits would be taken care of at this time, and that I should get my 8 remaining demerits taken care of once I got back to the city. I was also informed that I would receive extra punishment because I had waited until I had 20 demerits to report in to a “House of Punishment”. I had received 12 demerits many times before and was used to how I was punished at the local “House of Punishment”. This usually included being stripped down and paddled, followed by 12 counted strokes of the cane. It was very uncomfortable and somewhat painful, but I knew what to expect.
Soon a perky young woman came out and called out my name. She introduced herself as Cindy, and I followed her into a preparation room. “I see you are from the big city. Here, you will be punished our way. Do not speak unless spoken to. First, take off all of your clothes and put them into one of the lockers.” As I was taking off my clothes, she sat down on a chair in the middle of the room. “Before I tag you, I am going to give you an over the knee spanking. Lay over my lap.” So I lay over her lap and she put my penis between her legs. As she spanked me, she told me that I could expect more than my usual punishment since I had waited so long for my punishment. After about 50 spanks, she let me up and said, “That should have warmed you up for now. Go over and stand in front of the wooden X on the wall, facing me. I need to get you ready for the rest of your punishment.” After I was standing in front of the wooden X, Cindy put wrist cuffs on me, and my arms were stretched wide and fastened to the X. Then she put ankle cuffs on me, spread my legs, and fastened my legs to the X. Next, she held my penis up, and slipped a plastic ring around the base of my penis and balls that said, “Clyde 17416”.
“Isabeli will be in shortly to give you your strokes of the cane. Be a good boy!” Cindy said.
I was left in the room like that for a few minutes, then another woman walked in. She immediately checked the card that was attached to the base of my penis and said, “I am Isabeli, and I will cane you. Once I have you freed from here, follow me.” Isabeli unhooked my cuffs from the wooden X and I followed her down the hall to a punishment room. It had a standard spanking bench like I was used to in the city, so I positioned myself over it, and Isabeli secured me down by attaching my cuffs to it, and also strapping me down. My legs were of course spread, and I was quite vulnerable for a caning. Although the caning really stung my bottom, I was able to count all 12 out loud. I thought this would be the end of my punishment but then Isabeli said, “Since you reported in so late for your punishment, Cindy will be back to help you with the next phase of your punishment.” Then Isabeli left the room.
In a little bit, I heard the door open again, and felt hands on the 12 welts on my bottom. “Isabeli does a nice job of caning you men. But let me get you off this spanking bench so that you can follow me for the next phase of your punishment.” Once I was free of the bench, I followed Cindy down the hall and into a room with a lot of exercise equipment. “The women’s exercise center is located next to the “House of Punishment”. We put especially naughty males in here so that the women of the town can have fun giving extra punishment to these males. I will put you into a stock for a few hours.” I was led close to the door where the women enter the exercise room. There was a wooden stock and a big sign that read, “I am a naughty male. Please punish me!” Cindy put me in the stock and I was secured again so that I was bent over and my legs were spread wide apart. “Clyde, I will come back for you in a couple of hours.”
I never expected that I would be punished like this. In front of the stocks were mirrors. They were angled so that I could see the entrance door in back of me. I had hoped that no one would come in to exercise, but soon a mother came in with her daughter, who looked like she was about 13 years old. “Oh look”, the mother said, “Here is a naughty male who needs further punishment.” She reached between my legs and tugged at the card that had my name. “His name is Clyde. You need to learn how to paddle men, so let me grab a paddle for you and you can punish Clyde.” The woman grabbed two paddles from the wall and gave one to her daughter. “You stand on that side, I’ll stand over here, and that way we can paddle him at the same time.” Then I felt the paddles, one on each cheek. “You can hit harder than that.,” The mother said. Then the blows became harder and harder. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Soon the mother said, “You can stop now. See how red his bottom is. You can also see the 12 welts he got from his caning.” I felt two pairs of hand on my poor bottom. But soon they left me and started exercising.
Then I saw a young woman in here twenties come into the room. Once she saw me, she came over to the wall and took down a paddle. “I was hoping a naughty male would be here. Get set for a good spanking.” She really paddled me. She paddled my whole bottom including my upper legs and the insides of my thighs. Before she left, she looked at the tag that was attached to the base of my penis and said, “Well Clyde, I hope to see you in here again some day. I always like to paddle a naughty boy.”
Then, at last, I saw Cindy again. She looked at my red bottom and said, “I see that you have received extra punishment. Let me release you from the stock and then follow me for one last punishment.” I was hoping that I had experienced all my punishment by now, but I guess that I was going to be punished some more. We went through a door and down a hallway again. She took me to a door, and then Cindy knocked on the door. “This is Kathy. She will deal with you next. I will be back for you in about ten minutes.”
Inside the room was a long table, with a ledge on it. At the far end was a metal bar with two handles on it. “Get on top the table with your knees on the ledge, and lean forward and grab the handles on the bar,” Kathy said. I did so, and this made my bottom stick out. “Spread your knees far apart, and then stay still and always look forward.” I heard a few strange noises, then I felt something being rubbed around my asshole. I looked back and Kathy had some gloves on and was holding a jar of something.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You were not suppose to look back, move or speak, so let me first secure you before I proceed.” Then my wrist cuffs were secured to the bar, my thighs were strapped into place, and a gag was put in my mouth. “Don’t look back,” she said again. I felt the something rubbed around my asshole again, and then I felt her fingers go inside of me. I felt like I was being probed. They were extracted, and then she said, “This should be a good reminder not to wait until you have 20 demerits for your punishment. Then a felt a burning sensation around and inside my asshole as she inserted her fingers again. She made sure that the burning jelly that she as applying was in me and around my asshole. Although she withdrew her fingers, I could still feel the burning sensation. “You should be able to feel that for a few hours,” Kathy said. “And know you have earned two extra strokes of the cane for looking back and talking.” She reached for the cane from the wall and then gave me two hard strokes of the cane. I would of screamed out but the gag was in my mouth. Now my whole bottom was hurting again, and I had a burning sensation in my asshole. “That ends your punishment from me. I hope you stay away from here for a while. Cindy will be in to release you so you can get your clothes again.” Then she left the room.
The door opened again and Cindy said, “Let me release you and you can follow me to the preparation room.” I was finally released again, my gag taken off, and when we got into the preparation room, Cindy said, “Go over to the wooden X and face me again.” Since I still had on the wrist and ankle cuffs, she easily secured me to the wooden X. Then Cindy loosened and took off the tag from the base of my penis. “I need to do one more thing to you before you can dress and leave this place. Kathy gave me this jar of stuff to rub on you.” Then she reached in the jar and applied the burning jelly to my penis and also my nipples. Now my whole body felt like it was on fire. Cindy really stroked my penis and balls with the stuff until it was soaking into my skin. She then released me from the wooden X and said, “You can get dressed now. I hope you have learned your lesson.”
I slowly got dressed, remembering that I still had 8 demerits that I would need to take care of as soon as I got back to the city. I knew that I would remember this punishment and never allow my demerits to go above 12 again. “I am beckoned to her and told to hold my hands at my sides while she pulls down my slacks and boxer shorts. She hikes up her skirt and I am ordered over her lap for an over-the-knee bare-bottom spanking. And this is only the beginning!”
Originally posted 2014-09-26 06:58:24.