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Crime and Punishment, Part One
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WARNING!!! WARNING!!!
THIS STORY CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL.
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER
18 YEARS OLD OR THINK YOU MIGHT BE OFFENDED.
"CRIME" & PUNISHMENT
An Adult Story of a "Crime" and an Unusual Punishment
This story is pure fiction.
Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental
and not very likely! If you have any comments on the story, please
post.
I stopped in a local bar (an upscale place!) for a beer after
work. Finding a seat at the bar, I proceeded to have a leisurely
drink. After a few minutes, a very suggestively dressed woman
sat down beside me.
I did not pay any attention to the lady on the next bar stool
even though she was VERY attractive, but she soon struck up a
conversation, which included a number of sexual innuendos.
Although I was tempted to egg her on, I mostly listened. She,
however, became more explicit in her sexual references. I
finally left the bar, but she followed me to the street.
Although she never made an offer of "play for pay",
the implications were there. Finally, I thought "what the hell"
and asked her what she charged. At that point she reached into
her purse and pulled out a set of handcuffs, which she promptly
clamped on my hands as she arrested me for soliciting sex from a
prostitute!!
Needless to say I was shocked. I was hauled off to the police
station and formally charged, but I was released on my own
cognizance pending trial. I planned to plead innocent on grounds
of entrapment; however, before trial, I had a call from the
prosecutor's office to warn me that the Judge was very hard on
people who were convicted after "wasting the court's time" with a
trial. I was advised to plead nolo contendere (no contest, but
admitting no guilt).
At the trial, I followed the Prosecutor's advice. The Judge
sentenced me to 30 days in jail!!! I was flabbergasted! My
whole career could go down the tubes with 30 days off of work!
The Judge, however, gave me an option. I could spend two weekends
during the month being punished by one of several individuals
assigned by the courts. The only real limitations on the
punishment were that I would have to take a blood test and a
physical examination first to prove I didn't have Aids or other
social diseases and that no punishment would be administered
which would cause any injury or other damage. To protect my
career, I had no choice but to accept her offer.
On the first of the two weekends, I showed up at the appointed
house on Saturday at 9:00 am with a small bag of toiletries. A
muscular, young blond met me at the door.
"Do you know exactly why you are here?"
"Yes, to be punished."
"You must do exactly WHAT I tell you, WHEN I tell you
without any back talk, or a single phone call will have you
in jail for 30 days. Also, you must acknowledge
that you are here of your own free will and that you are
free to go at any time; although, if you leave, you will be
subject to the jail term. Do you agree to these
conditions?"
"Yes"
"Then you must sign this statement, which includes a release
from any damages."
She took me to a spare bedroom which she said I would use for the
night. She did not want me roaming around the house at night, so
the door would be locked but if there were an emergency, I
could escape through the window. If I needed to pee during the
night, there was an old-fashioned chamber pot under the bed.
I asked her what I would do if I needed to have a bowel movement.
"I assure you - that will not be a problem." I wondered
what she meant by that; I would soon find out.
She then instructed me to remove my clothes and hang them up in
the closet as I would not need them again until I left on Sunday
afternoon.
She then directed me to turn around, bend over, and spread my
buttocks. I heard her pull a rubber glove over her hand and saw
her coat her finger with vaseline. I then felt her gently massage
my anus and then insert her finger (all the way!).
She then slowly pulled her finger out of my ass and removed the
glove. She told me to stand still while she left the room. I
heard her turn off the stove (I still wondered what that was all
about!). She came back with some plastic ties - the type
used to bundle electrical wires. She placed one loosely on each
wrist and on each ankle and clipped off the tab which was pulled
through the ratchet.
We went into the kitchen and she instructed me to adjust the
water faucet until it was running water at skin
temperature and measure out two quarts. She then poured the
water into an old fashioned enema bag and removed a most unusual
enema nozzle from the pan of water on the stove where she had
been boiling it to sterilize it. The nozzle was about three
centimeters in diameter with depressions at 3 cm. intervals
along its fifteen cm. length. At the end where it connected to the
hose, there was a cross bar so it wouldn't go all the way into
the anus. In addition to causing considerable discomfort as the
nozzle was inserted, the indentations would keep it from slipping
out.
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She took me into her recreation room (which had a vinyl floor)
and brought in a bucket. I was then required to bend over a
table and she took a couple of the plastic ties to connect the
loops around my wrist to the table legs in the far corners so I
wouldn't be tempted to stand up.
My asshole was still greasy from the finger treatment so she
started slowly inserting the enema nozzle, one indentation at a
time. When it was in all the way, she released the valve on the
tubing and the water started to flow in. It felt very good and
refreshing at first. Then I began to feel some slight cramps.
As the water continued to flow, the cramps came and then were
temporarily relieved as the water flowed around some solid
material in my rectum.
As she regulated the flow, she explained what would happen next.
After the enema was complete, I would receive 10 whacks with a
leather razor strap on my bare ass, spaced 30 seconds apart, as
punishment. I had to hold the enema for this five minutes, and if I
leaked so much as one
drop, the whole process would be repeated. What I didn't know was that
the enema had
been spiked with phospho-soda, the same ingredient that creates such an
urge with pre-
packaged enemas!!
I finally took all of the liquid inside my bowels, and she SLOWLY
pulled out the nozzle, a notch at a time. Then the clock
started, and after 30 seconds, the first belt came down hard on
my bare ass with a WHACK. I uttered an yell in surprise.
The urge to release some of the liquid grew, and with each stoke
of the razor strap, it became harder and harder to avoid
involuntarily letting some out. Finally at the sixth stroke
(three minutes), a little water spurted out and ran down my leg.
"Well, it looks like we do this again," she said, grinning
with a devilish grin. "I knew you weren't man enough to hold
it.
As long as hope of retaining all of the enema fluid was lost, I
let out just enough more to relieve most of the pressure (but I
still tried to hold as much as I could because I knew I had to
clean up the floor after this was over). The other four
whacks were delivered with a louder pop (since my behind was now
a little wet).
After the tenth stroke, she clipped the plastic ties holding my
arms to the table legs and I squatted over the bucket and
relieved myself with a big splash. She was watching me with a big
grin.
"Feel better?"
"I would if my ass didn't hurt so much."
"Even though we have to do this again, since your buttocks
are so red, I think I'll wait and repeat it during my poker
party tonight. That way we will have an audience and maybe
some audience participation."
After I had wiped myself, I emptied the bucket in the toilet and
proceeded to scrub the floor on my hands and knees with a strong
disinfectant. I ended up scrubbing the whole floor until it was
spotless.
After supper, I was still naked, but she put some clothes on for
her company. My job during the evening was to serve the drinks
and refreshments and I was to jump when I was called. Just before
the other four women came to play poker, she put an apron on me
which covered most of my front. "Some of my guests might be
offended," she noted. But nevertheless, some of the women
occasionally peeked under the apron or squeezed my behind as I
served the refreshments.
Toward the end of the evening, the hostess announced, "OK,
ladies, its time for the entertainment". I was going to get the
enema that was promised earlier. I was told to remove the apron.
I stood completely nude in front of the five women who proceeded
to plan their activities. I was then required to bend over the
table and the loops still around my hands were tied to the table
legs so my fanny was easily available to them.
Each woman was given a rubber examination glove and some
lubricant. The first woman then proceeded to lubricate my anus,
inserting her finger as far as it would go. In the meantime, the
hostess had brought a pot of warm water and a douche syringe with
a long, fat nozzle. She filled it with water, and the first
woman squeezed it into my bowels. While our hostess was
refilling the syringe, the second woman took her turn at
lubricating my ass and then injecting the water. After each had
their turn, I thought I was home free, but that decided to take
one more turn -- this time without the lubrication step.
I figured, allowing for the water that remained in the bulb after
each squeeze, I must have gotten about two quarts. The real
problem, however, was that the process took quite a bit of time,
and I wanted to let go in the worst way!!
Then came the first pop on my naked buttocks with the leather
strap. I let out an involuntary yell. I also almost lost the
contents of the enemas. I squeezed my buttocks together and
grimaced as the second woman tried her hand with the leather
strap. Each woman had two turns, spaced about 20 seconds a part,
and I thought each one was trying to out do the other as measured
by the red streaks on my posterior.
I was determined to hold the contents of my bowels until the
spankings were over, and, much to the disappointment of the
women, I succeeded. After the ten strokes, I was released from
the table and squatted over a shallow pan. With the assembled
party watching, I let go with a torrent.
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