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Crime and Punishment, Part Two
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WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!!
THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS AND
EXPLICT SEXUAL REFERENCES WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME.
DO NOT READ IF YOU MAY BE OFFENDED.
"CRIME" & PUNISHMENT
An Adult Story of a "Crime" and an
Unusual Punishment
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 District Attorney'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 District Attorney'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 damage. For example, I
could be spanked with a paddle or wide belt, but not with a
whip as that would cause a scar. 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.
The arresting officer met me at the door (this looked like a
set-up!)
"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."
I noticed she was fiddling with a pot of water on the stove,
but I didn't know what she was doing. 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 piss 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. As I stood naked before her, she reached for
my penis and examined it carefully. While studying my fully
erect penis, she asked me some questions.
"When was the last time you had sex?'
"Two weeks ago"
"Have you ever performed cunnilingus?"
"Yes, I enjoy it occasionally."
"Have you ever performed analingus?"
"No"
"Well, you will have at least one new experience this
weekend. How often do you masturbate?"
"Once, sometimes twice, a week."
"Describe how you masturbate."
"Sometimes the usual way - with my hand using an up and
down motion. Other times I simulate fucking a pillow."
She then instructed me to turn around 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
asshole 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.
"You look so comfortable without the encumbrance of
clothes; I would like you to undress me."
I gently removed her clothes down to her panties at which point
she stopped me. She placed my hands over her tits just to show
me her nipples had become erect. Then she pulled my hands
behind my back and connected the loops around my wrists to each
other with another plastic tie. Then I was instructed to
remove her panties without using my hands. I could only think
of one way to do that! I worked my tongue under the elastic
band and grabbed the top of the panties with my teeth and
pulled that corner down. I had to repeat this several times,
working around the top. As I went down past her pubic hair,
the very full bush tickled my cheek. I finally had to grab the
crotch with my tongue and teeth and received a slight aroma of
urine as well as the feminine odor of her cunt. As I worked
around to the back, the odor changed! As I finally pulled the
panties from around her feet, she told me that she would use
the panties as a gag if I made any unusual noises during the
next two days. She then clipped the band holding my hands
behind my back.
She gave a towel with a design on one side. I was to sit on
the towel, design side down, any time I sat as she didn't want
me to wipe my ass on her furniture. If I forgot, it would be
one smack with a 3 inch leather strap (an old razor strap) the
first time, two smacks the second time, etc. To help me
remember, however, she gave me a double-ended alligator clip to
clip the towel it to one of my wrist bands.
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 razor strap on my bare ass, spaced 30 seconds apart,
as part of my 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 phospo-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 and was warned that the next outburst would require
stuffing my mouth with her panties. 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. I am surprised, though, that you
didn't have to be gagged".
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."
"Well, I sure am not going to kiss it to make it better;
however, 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.
Since I was still pretty messy (some of the liquid had dried on
my legs, etc.), I was told to take a shower. While in the
shower, she got in also and I washed her all over. After we
dried, she led me to her bed room.
"Kiss my neck, my ears and then my tits -- gently suck my
nipples."
Needless to say, I did as I was told.
"Now kiss my cunt - I want to feel your tongue on my
clitoris."
After the shower there was only a delicate feminine odor still
there. I massaged her somewhat engorged clitoris with my
tongue, and also worked my tongue into her vagina. She began
to respond with popping noises as the vagina expanded and
contracted.
"Make me climax." - I did.
I was very much aroused at this time. The shower had taken the
sting from my buttocks, and I had forgotten that vicious
spanking. She told me, however, that I was not allowed to
ejaculate without her specific permission; maybe if I were
good, she would let me come later that evening. She told me
that if I ejaculated without her permission, I would be
punished, probably by some unwanted and not too gentle massage
of my testicles.
"I want to climax again - kiss my ass and massage my
asshole with your tongue."
I started by kissing her buttocks and working up to the
asshole, which appeared as a small, red button. She enjoyed my
working up to it gradually, but I took my time as I had to get
used to the smell. I finally got to the asshole and spent some
time licking it and massaging it with my tongue. I pressed on
the opening with my tongue, but did not try an entry.
"Now, don't stop what you are doing, but massage my clit
with your finger. At the moment I climax, I am going to
fart in your face, and if you move your face one inch,
you will be punished. I might even have to do some
unpleasant things to your balls."
What a fart that was! I tried holding my breath, but I still
got a good wiff of the chemical reactions going on in her
intestines. But I stuck to it. I continued to lick, kiss and
massage her asshole and the area around until she got tired,
and she farted at least once more, this time with no advance
warning. Nevertheless, I did not flinch. Then she allowed me
to use some mouthwash.
(To be Continued)
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