Stephen

As I looked around the room in my idleness I noticed that there were only two doors apart from the one I entered from the street. Both were marked private. One was at the opposite end of the counter and one was to my right. Both were made from a smooth grey easy clean surface that seems to be indicative of most government offices. For the first time I noticed a small sign that had been placed beneath one of the many security cameras; it read. ‘Mobile Phones Must Be Switched Off'. I felt in my pockets for my own mobile phone and checked that there were no messages.

I had already given a week's prior notice that I would be taking my free days off this week and so would not be back in the office for eight days. I thankfully switched it off, before it could incur anyone's displeasure.

Suddenly I heard the distinct sound of an automatic lock being activated within the frame of the door to the street. I looked around as a second lock mechanism was being activated, this time the sound came from the door to my right which was marked private. I watched as it opened and a strikingly pretty woman in police uniform entered the room. She was pulling a trolley which looked very similar to a supermarket shopping cart. The only difference being, that in front of the basket there looked to be a small locker.

Her dark hair was tied back from her pretty face, emphasising the well defined bone structure of her sun-bronzed face. Her shirt bore the epaulets and stripes of a sergeant. I noticed that her breasts seemed very prominent against the loose material of her blue shirt and that her City badge was laying at angle over the slope of her right breast rather than hanging from her shirt..

Around her slim waist, she wore a wide leather belt, which supported an assortment of equipment. I observed that there were handcuffs, a radio communicator and a rather odd night stick that looked more like a cattle prod. I remained seated until she spoke.

Reading from a plastic name tag which had a flat plastic band attached to it… and in turn was attached to her clipboard, she said.

"Stephen Woodrow Ryder… is that you?"

I muttered my confirmation as she wheeled the cart further into the center of the room.

"O.K. Now listen to me." Her voice was not harsh but had an air of authority to it as she looked me directly in the eye.

"You paying attention….? Good. Between now and when you leave, you obey every order immediately, without questions, without delay. Now tell me… what do you do?"

I was speechless for a moment and then in a rather shaky voice I replied. "er I obey every order..erm immediately without erm… question.

"Right now for your own good… remember that. So repeat it one more time."

I felt foolish, as if I was in class at school. I looked towards the glass partition and saw that the receptionist was watching me as I stood listening to the sergeant.

"Don't look away… look at me. Now tell me again what do you do?" She had raised her voice slightly, but still had that air of quiet authority.

"I er…obey immediately and er… don't ask questions."

"Well that is the essence of it." She lowered her voice and looked at me with a kind almost concerned expression on her face.

"Look Sweetie… I am trying to help you get through today… so tell me again."

"I obey every order. .erm without question and without delay."

"O.K Strip and put your clothes in here." She indicated the basket" Your watch, any money you may have, mobile phones etc. You put in this locker here. Got it?"

I know I must have looked dumbfounded. I could not believe for a moment that she meant me to strip… right here in the office. I looked at her, incredulous at what she had asked me to do.

"You mean take my clothes off… here?"

"You forget very quickly, I thought you had learned your little rule. Now tell me it again, what must you do." I felt utterly stupid and embarrassed as I looked at her. Her attractive face bore an expression of impatience as she waited for me to repeat the rule.

"I obey every order erm without question and without delay… but…"

"Let's just stop before we get to the ‘butts', shall we?"

She stood with her legs astride and her hands upon her hips. Her well formed legs forming her skirt into and A shape.

"Right here we go again. Strip… put your clothes in the basket and your personal items in the locker." She spoke in a tired fashion, putting her flattened hand out towards me in a gesture similar to a traffic cop stopping a car at a junction.

"Not another word. Go to it… Strip."

I looked at her and then feeling utterly foolish began to stake my jacket off. I folded it and put it in the basket. Slowly and feeling utterly humiliated and ashamed, I undressed, occasionally glancing at the glass patrician, only to see that the receptionist was still looking at me without a trace of surprise or embarrassment on her face.

"Come on Sugar… I haven't got all day."

The sergeant glanced at her watch before looking back at me.

I hurried my undressing until I had placed my shoes, with socks inside, on top of the pile of clothes and my watch, phone and wallet in the locker. I felt utterly foolish as I stood before her in just my underpants.

"I said strip… that includes the pants."

She stood looking at me with her hands resting on the belt at her waist. I felt the heat from the redness in my cheeks as my body shivered with acute embarrassment..

"I could not help looking at her. My voice pleading as I stammered through my embarrassment.

"Pleeease er… miss… er sergeant… not with.." I glanced at the counter. "Not… erm my underwear… please not erm here."

I watched as her hands went towards the nightstick and then suddenly she seemed to decide… and I think gave me the benefit of her benevolence.

"Look sweetie… this day is going to be tough enough as it is. That is why I made you repeat the rule. Now without this gets more unpleasant for you… take your pants down and put them in the basket." The kindness and sincerity in her voice made me stop and consider my position. Only two hours ago I had been full of remorse and now I was whinging about the punishment.

I felt my face blush and another shiver run through me as turned away from her and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my under shorts. Feeling utterly stupid and humiliated, I pushed them down my legs, acutely aware of the obvious prurient interest of girl behind the counter.

I held my under shorts against my body, making sure that they were covering my genitals, before clasping my bare hands to my groin as I quickly put them on top of the pile of clothes, covering myself again with both hands.

I stood crouching over, my knees pressed together and my hands clasped firmly over my penis and testicles as I looked at her through a mist of humiliation.

"O.K. now I have some questions to ask you. So pay attention, you got that?" I nodded feeling utterly foolish at my nakedness in front of her. Unconcerned at my embarrassment she read from the clipboard.

"Ever suffered from heart problems?"

"Er… no." I answered.

"Do you have a pacemaker?"

I answered to the negative.

"Ever suffered with a hernia?" I shook my head.

"Rheumatic fever?"

Again I shook my head as she carried on with a whole serious of questions related to my health. Eventually she finished the list and looked at me straight in the eye. I could not help my blush of embarrassment at her close scrutiny of my naked body.

"O.K., now turn around and face the window." Her instruction caused me to blush once more. Ashamedly I faced the window. Looking out towards the street, I had never felt so naked. I tried to convince myself that I could not be seen by passers-by and yet the view of the young girls walking in the street, going about their business just a few feet from my nakedness, seemed to accent my peculiar and humiliating situation.

I heard her move to stand behind me, as I crouched forward trying to retain my modesty from the front. I knew that she, and the girl behind the counter, would have a perfect view of my naked bottom.

Suddenly it happened… a blinding pain shot through my left buttock. I instantly fell forward, my left leg immediately became completely numb, failing to support my weight.. I tried to break my fall, at the same time trying to clasp a hand to my buttock which felt as if it were on fire. The terrible pain seemed to envelope the whole left side of my body. I felt dizzy and sick as I felt myself falling to the floor, writhing in agony. I looked up feeling hurt and full of anguish and indignity. I could see the pretty sergeant casually replace the cattle prod device back into her belt. I had forgotten my modesty in the shock and hurt of the moment. I was writhing upon the floor, my penis and testicles flopping lewdly from side to side as I tried to rid myself of the pain.

The sergeant stood over me, her eyes betraying no surprise at my anguish as I writhed uncontrollably. I rubbed my buttocks hard against the course material of the carpet in absolute torment at the pain which cut through my body like a knife. Eventually I managed to clasp my hands over my penis and testicles, aware, even through the haze of pain, of high ridiculous I must have looked to her.

It was several moments before I could get to my knees and then eventually… stand shakily in front of the pretty young sergeant.

She looked me up and down, her expression not unkindly. "It hits some guys harder than others, but the effects don't last long. Don't think I am picking on you… everybody gets it."

Her voice became softer as she saw the tears well up in my eyes. "Look sweetie, you need to know what this thing does." She patted the device hanging from her belt. "That was on number two; this thing goes to number ten! Get the picture, you don't disobey… and you don't hesitate… get it?"

I could not help the tears that rolled down my cheeks as I looked at her. Whether it was the kindness in her voice or the pain and humiliation of the violent electric shock, I could not tell.

"Let me tell you something else. You are wondering… or you certainly will do soon, why I didn't give you number one as a demonstration. Number one is for your balls," She looked at my groin as she spoke. I could not help looking down myself, my eyes involuntarily following hers to my hands which were still firmly clasped over my genitals.

"A prod in those little plums of yours is a pain you would remember for the rest of your life. So you had better look lively when you are given an order. Do you understand now?"

"Yes er miss… It is just the shock and erm… embarrassing erm being undressed like this" I could not help further tears from running down my cheeks as I spoke.

She looked at me, this time her face showed real concern. She moved towards me and put her hand on to my shoulder. Her fingers were gentle and cool against my fevered skin. Somehow I felt real warmth and affection from her, in spite of the pain she had made me endure.

"Look sweetie." Her face moved closer to mine and she whispered softly to me.

"Forget your embarrassment; embarrassment doesn't hurt like the stunner does. You are here for your punishment, the law requires it… so try and take it easy and do what you are told. It won't be easy… but it is better than adding to it, alright sweetie?" Her lips were almost touching my cheek as I listened to her. For some reason I wished right then, that she would put her arms around me and kiss me tenderly. I could not stop my tears from flowing down my cheeks or my body trembling with emotion.

"Right give me you left hand."

I looked at her with a worried expression upon my face.

"Don't worry I an not going to zap you again… unless of course you disobey."

My concern was not just that she was going too hurt me that I would have to take my hand away from my genitals. Fumbling to cover my penis and testicles with one hand,

I raised my arm out in front of me. Gently she took my wrist and placed the plastic tag around it. She took a small stapler type device from her pocket and sealed the strap.

"Just so that we don't forget who you are." she smiled.

She stood back and looked at me. "O.K. Stephen, let's get on with it. Go and stand in front of that door." She indicated the door marked PRIVATE through which she had entered.

I crouched in my position of knees pressed together and hands clasped to my groin and shuffled rather than walked to stand in front of the door. I could feel my shoulders shaking with my sobs… and yet could do nothing about my distress.

I heard her turn the shopping cart around, so that she could pull it- rather than push it, before she moved forward to stand behind me. Suddenly I felt the coolness of her delicate fingers stroke over my buttocks and heard her voice speak gently to me.

"Poor baby… such a sensitive soul aren't you."

I shivered and tried to stifle a sob as the electronic lock released its mechanism and the door opened to reveal an empty corridor. There was a notice upon the wall. It read: ‘Foul or abusive language WILL result in further punishment.' She waited, making sure I had read the notice.

I heard her voice; again it was soft and caring.

"Walk forward and stop in front of the second door on the right. Don't ask questions, don't hesitate, don't disobey and you'll get through this… so come along sweetie let's get moving."

As I stood in front of the unmarked door, I felt the sergeant brush past me and knock. She resumed her position behind me and putting her soft hands upon my hips, whispered in my ear. "O.K. sweetie, remember, don't resist and don't question." I felt sure that it was her lips that touched my neck as she let go of my waist.

The door opened to reveal two tall female warders. Their bodies were breathtakingly beautiful, bodies with the height and physique that one imagines Amazonian women would have. Each wore a white shirt and black tie. Their navy skirts were knee length and did little to hide the superb proportions of their hips and legs. Hanging from each of their belts were a set of handcuff and a cattle prod.

They could have been sisters, their pretty faces were so similar; high cheekbones, with beautiful blue eyes, straight nose and firm jaw line. No uniform, however severe, could disguise their firm breasts and narrow waists. Behind them in the totally tiled room stood four nurses, two each side of a rubber padded bench which was set into the centre of the floor.

Several broad leather straps were hanging down from the shiny rubber surface, the brightness of the stainless steel buckles, glinted under the brightness of the circular operating room light in the ceiling. To the rear of the padded bench were several baths as well as a row of sinks.

Rubber tubing and several strange medical apparatus hung from hooks on the walls or were placed on shelves surrounding the other three sides of the room. A tall chromium I.V. stand had been placed to one side of the bench, its tubing running down to a portable instrument trolley, which contained a plethora of instruments as well as tubes, jars and bottles of various liquids and ointments.

All the nurses looked to be young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old. They were each wearing rubber aprons over their uniforms and their hands were encased in surgical gloves. They were all extremely pretty, unlike most hospital nurses, their make-up had been perfectly applied to their beautiful faces and their uniforms were beautifully fitted to accent the lovely curves of their bodies.

There were two blondes and two with dark, almost black hair; the one thing they had in common was their look of cool appraisal at my naked body.

I was not left waiting at the door for long as the next few moments became a blur of hurried activity. I felt a firm push in the small of my back and almost simultaneously, as the two Amazonians moved forward, my arms were held and forced outright to each side of my shoulders, baring my genitals to the gaze of the young nurses. I felt myself being forced forward over the side of the padded bench. My head and arms were hanging down towards the floor as my body was forced into the required position.

I ended up with my chest pressed against the bench and a strap being secured around my back to hold me there. Two of the nurses stood at either side of my exposed buttocks. I felt them both use both of their hands to pull my buttocks apart, stretching my flesh so tightly that I gasped with the pressure. The bench's height ensured that my legs were spread apart as I felt the firm fingers of a third nurse start probing at the entrance to my sphincter with her lubricated fingers.

I grunted with pain and shame as she expertly slid her slender finger up into my bottom. I could not believe what was happened to me as suddenly a large slippery metal nozzle was pushed against the entrance to my bottom.

I balked at their intention: that they should try and put such a large object inside me. I yelled with fright and pain as the pressure increased and then suddenly I felt my sphincter give way to the rounded metal tip. My knees trembled as my feet splayed out against the tiled floor. My body stiffened as I tried to resist, helplessly bent low over the bench. The muscles of my neck tensed in response to the wide stainless steel nozzle that was being forced up through my sphincter and into my anus.