Stephen

I must have fainted for a moment. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as the nurses helped me from the bed. I looked down at my body, blushing profusely to see that my penis was still engorged although no longer fully erect.

The nurses stood around me, making me place my legs in a wide stance as I stood naked and ashamed. I could not help gasping with shame as I was made to bend over and touch my toes. I could feel my penis and testicles hang freely between my parted thighs as the nurse took a gloved hand to my bottom. I felt a liquid being rubbed on my bottom cheeks and then a sharp sting in my right thigh. I turned to see the sister empty the contents of the syringe she was holding, into my leg.

"I'm just giving you a mild sedative to stop you urinating, while you are being punished." She said brightly.

I could not help stammering… What are they going to do to meeee… er miss… er what will the punishment be?"

She looked at me, her face showing concern. "Now don't you worry about that… it will all be over soon, just you do as we say… you can stand up straight now and just put your hands on top of your head.

I stood still, contemplating what my fate would be when the two wardresses entered the room; their magnificent bodies moving gracefully as they came to stand on either side of me. They took my arms and almost lifted me off the ground. The next few moments were a blur of movement as the guards moving me with consummate ease, almost carrying me to another door at the far end of the room.

It was opened by the nurse and I was led through it and along a short corridor made up of portable privacy screens. I found myself facing something that resembled a padded lectern. Two vertical chromium plated posts were set in the floor about six feet apart. A shiny horizontal bar joined the two posts with a foot wide padded rest running the whole length of the bar. A short curved extension projected toward me at a right angle to the bar, with a square pad at the end of it. I was quickly leaned over the small pad which supported by waist – and then my chest was pushed against the horizontal padded beam and my arms stretched out on either side and fasted to by straps to the two upright bars. I felt a strap being placed around my waist holding my waist firmly against the small pad. I tried to adjust my position and found that I was virtually immobile as I felt a strap loop my two ankles tightly together.

Although I could move my upper body slightly, I could not move my hips or my bottom. The pad under my stomach finished just above my pubic bone, leaving my genitals hanging down freely.

I looked around in desperation to find that I had been left alone. I could turn my head to each side but could see no-one although I could hear the low murmur of several voices from the other side of the white portable screens.

I began to tremble in fear as suddenly the screens began to be wheeled away one by one. I looked around to see each part of the room revealed as the wardresses, wheeled the screens away.

To my horror I saw the two tiers of seating that encircled the small room were completely occupied. Young girls and women stopped their conversations as the screens revealed my naked body; shamefully strapped to the lectern only a few feet away from them. I blushed in shame as the all female audience looked at me intently. Seated in the centre row, in front of my head, were the three lady judges who had sentenced me. Sitting next to them was the young girl from the court who had given me my attendance form. Along both rows, both to my right and to my left, were young girls and women. Most of them were smartly dressed and looked to be either secretaries or office workers.

I felt my body begin to tremble as the center principle walked in; dressed smartly in her navy business suit, she looked stern and determined. Behind her was the young receptionist, who was carrying a clipboard.

In a formal procession, came Sister Pearson and the four nurses. I could not help gasping with embarrassment as they all stood to my side and looked at me.

The center principle moved towards me and placed her hand under my chin, lifting my head up, as she addressed the assembled audience of females seated around me.

"This is Stephen Ryder, his offence is driving with one milligram of alcohol over the twenty milligram state limit. He is to be given twelve strokes with the regulation punishment strap, his punishment to be administered by sergeant Leander. This punishment is to commence immediately."

She turned to me and spoke so that everyone in the room could hear her. "I hope that this will teach you a lesson young man. That bare bottom of yours is going to be very sore by the time you leave here."

She turned to Sister Pearson. "If you will check him over, we can proceed." I watched as Sister Pearson took the stethoscope from around her neck and placed the earpieces in her ears. She moved around the upright bars and came to stand next to my waist. I felt the cool metal of the stethoscope upon my back and then her soft hand upon my waist. The cold metal moved against my skin, sending a shiver through me as she moved it underneath me, pressing it against my heaving chest.

At last she seemed satisfied and took the earpieces from her ears, hooking the stems back around her neck she leaned over and reached underneath me, grasping my testicles in her soft fingers. She whispered to me softly. "Give me a nice big cough now." I was trembling with shame and fear as I struggled to cough as loudly as I could. Her fingers kneaded my testes as she made me repeat my cough. "There… you seem fine."

Before she moved away from me, she lifted my head and turned it so that she could look at my face. I could not help my expression of fear and humiliation or the tears that formed as she held her face close to me and looked into my eyes.

"Be a brave boy, Stephen." She whispered as she moved away from me and nodded at the center principle.

I looked forward, acutely aware of the interested gaze of the young girls as they shifted in their seats, watching me avidly. Suddenly my attention was drawn to the sergeant who had first made me strip in the reception area. She had changed from her uniform and was now wearing a white short sleeved cotton tee-shirt and loose navy skirt. The exquisite shape of her firm bra-less breasts was displayed to perfection by the tightly stretched cotton of her shirt. Her nipples stood out from each breast so prominently that the thin material seemed to wrap itself around the rigid nubs of flesh like cling film.

Her long tanned legs were bare, encased only in slim sandals with slender leather ties around her ankles. I could not help trembling as I saw the long thick leather belt that trailed down to the floor from her slim wrist. It was about four inches wide and extremely thick, only the first few inches tapering to the solid wooden handle which she held loosely in her hand.

Without looking right or left, she moved towards me on the other side of the padded bar and lifted my chin with her free hand.

"Sorry sweetie… try and be brave." She let go of me and moved around the upright bars and behind me. I tried to turn my head as she moved to the rear, straining to look at what she was going to do…but I could not see her. I flinched in embarrassment and indignity, as she placed her hands upon my buttocks, insinuating her fingers between the deep cleft, which I was clenching together tightly. I felt the softness and coolness of her fingers as she pulled the cheeks apart, exposing even more of my bottom. The result was such, that even when I tightened the muscles even more flesh was available to the strap.

The whispering voices in the room went quiet as I first heard the terrible warning swish of the strap as it whistled through the air towards my trembling flesh.

In total shock I felt the first impact of the heavy leather implement of punishment. I could not believe the intensity of the pain that enveloped my legs. The strap had hit my thighs four inches below the crease between thigh and buttock; it was like a fire spreading everywhere, the intensity quickly increasing as the pain surged through my loins, seemingly to envelope every part of me.

I threw my head back in anguish ready to scream when the next stroke hit me.

"Arggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I could hardly recognise my own voice as the strap hit my thighs for the second time; the carefully aimed stroke was expertly applied, its mark delineating the broad width of the strap upon my flesh. The accuracy was such, that the welt of the second stroke was accurately adjoined to the mark of the first: It was as if they had been dovetailed together.

I tried to draw in breath as the third stroke hit me, this time, the strap, laying its four- inch width of venom, on the lower part of my buttocks. I was in anguish and turmoil. I felt as if every sinew of my body was stretched to a breaking point. I screamed… unable to control either, my voice, or the violent shaking of my body.

"Arggghhhhhhhhhh….. arrggggghhhhhh." I shook and trembled in a violent paroxysm of agony and turmoil. My neck muscles were so constricted that I gagged… my eyes rolling in their sockets as the fourth stroke bit into my flesh, its wicked killing bite, cutting into the very center of my buttocks.

"Arrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhh." My head rolled from side to side as once again, the thick leather mercilessly bit into my buttocks… its accurately aimed band of pain, again placed adjacent and perfectly parallel to the last stroke. Had my punishment finished on that fifth stroke, I am sure I would never have forgotten it and yet there was to be more. Could the body endure such pain, was it possible. My mind raced in a fever of indescribable agony.

Swwwissshhhhhhhhhhhhh. Craaaaaackkkkkkkkk.

"Arrrrrggghhhhhhhh..ooOOOHHH."

I felt my body stiffen to such a degree that not even the shivering of my sinews was evident. I was in a trancelike state as the sixth stroke fell on the very top of my bottom cheeks. I had gasped for breath before I screamed and yet my voice was so high pitched that I did not recognize myself.

I screamed and screamed. My body suddenly galvanised from my seizure into a paroxysm of gyrations. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and the blood pumping past my ears as I wailed in anguish and agony.

"Aarrrrgghhhh… arggggggggghh… arrggggghhhhhhhh."

I shuddered and shook as I felt the cold metal of the stethoscope upon my back and chest. I could feel one of the nurses pull my penis away from my body as Sister Pearson, encased my testicles in her soft hand. I could not think coherently or articulate any utterance as the nurse's hands left me and both she and Sister Pearson stood back to watch the continuance of my chastisement.

‘Swissssssssshhhhh. Craaccckkk' The seventh stroke cut into the top of my buttocks, following exactly the path and target of the sixth. The pain coursed through me as I threw my head back violently and screamed in agony.

"AAAAAArrrrggghhhhh." I shook and shivered as the pain shot through my buttocks… I could not believe that anyone could stand so much pain. I screamed, my voice high pitched and feminine, as the fire ran through me. "aaarrrrrrrgggghh."

"AAAAAAARGGGGHH."

My vocal chords constricted and I was still wailing in anguish as the eighth cut into my flesh just below the seventh, overlaying the same flesh which had already been cruelly tormented by the heavy leather of the regulation punishment strap. For a moment I could not articulate, my body seemed numbed and then suddenly the fire cut through my body like a knife.

"Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhh," I wailed… my utter torment unchecked as I threw back my head in anguish. "mmmeerrrrrcy… I cccannnt stand….i it….. arghhhh."

The ninth stroke almost lifted my feet from the floor as it seemed to come upwards enveloping the under part of my buttocks. I became fevered, I shook uncontrollably and violently, my legs rubbing backwards and forwards as much as their confinement would allow, vainly trying to assuage the pain from my body

"Ayeeeeeeee arggghhhhh. I screamed at the top of my voice as my body shivered in utter distress and my eyes rolled in terror as the torturous pain increased unabated.

I felt hands upon my body… still blinded with absolute agony as my testicles were held firmly and my penis, once again, pulled away from my body. I rolled and shook my head from side to side as I was examined, hardly feeling the cold stethoscope against my back and chest.

I could feel hands upon either side of my face… and then through my mist of anguish I saw the beautiful face of Sister Pearson. I was beside myself with grief as I pleaded.

"Oooohhhhhhhh…. Pleeessseeeeeee. Noooo mmmore" My tears fell in a torrent as she looked at me and then nodded towards my rear. I felt betrayed as she stood back and watched me, abject in my cocoon of indescribable agony.

The last three strokes came quickly and fiercely… each stroke placed one on top of the other, all placed accurately on the very center of my buttocks.

I screamed one long scream… my endurance at an end, as the pain became so intense that my body locked solid. Every muscle every sinew stretched to its limit.

"Aaarrrgghhhhhhhh… ayyyyeeee" My scream was one long cry of pain, unpunctuated… unrepressed: an unearthly high pitched cry of anguish.