Stephen

I was awoken by one of the young nurses. I had managed to sleep, possibly because of the lack of sleep during the night, but my sleep had been fitful and troubled when at last I did manage to doze off.

I became aware of my childlike and vulnerable position as I felt the nurse undo the buckle of the strap and her hand gently smooth over my bared bottom. I blushed immediately as a second girl entered the room. It was the young girl from the Center Principle's office. Her pretty lips widened into a smile as she saw my blushing face and bared bottom.

The nurse spoke as she released my waist from the strap. "Right this is Miss Liz Bryson, she is going to supervise you while you have your photograph taken. I blushed again as I heard her words. I was about to ask why I was to be photographed, when the young girl spoke to me, her voice firm and sharp.

"Did Sergeant Leander not tell you Stephen… Sweetie? You don't question the rules… got it?" I gasped as she reached underneath the bench and tapped my flaccid penis with her fingertips. "Got it?"

I stammered unable to contain my shame in front of the young girl and the nurse. "Er Yes… er miss… I won't do it again."

She deliberately tapped my penis one more time. "Good boy, that's what I like to hear."

Another walk down the corridor with my hands clasped to my head ensued, this time thankfully, with my penis soft and flaccid. They led me to a large room which had camera lights and tripods of various descriptions set up against a white roll backdrop. There were several large bodied digital cameras mounted on tripods with wheeled dollies underneath them, each with a different type of lens and matte-box.

The room had a large floor area with only a row of cupboards on one wall, they were topped with a shiny surface upon which were flat monitor screens and powerful looking computers.

Against the backdrop was a trestle with a padded surface and to the side of the white roll background was a large measurement graphic which had the various heights printed in large non-serif typography.

There was an open doorway further along the back-dropped wall. I stood and waited as the door was closed behind me. The nurse left me with Miss Bryson and walked through the open doorway. Miss Bryson stood in front of me, her arms were folded across her breasts and she stood looking at me. I dropped my head in shame at her unhurried appraisal of my naked form. I was standing with my legs together and my hands upon my head as she stepped towards me and put her hand upon my cheek, making sure that I looked her in the eyes as she spoke.

"Right my little Honey-bunch… I am going to photograph you. You may be wondering why, so as it is not a secret, I will tell you. The records of your crime are kept along with a photograph of your punishment, copies of which are sent to the court. You have to remember that you are now a convicted criminal and as such will be held on record for the rest of your life."

I looked at her pretty face, blushing as she continued to speak softly to me.

"The photographs along with the disc recording of your punishment will also show that you were punished properly and fairly and that no other part of your body was hurt." I blushed as I realised that my strapping had been recorded. I had not been aware of any cameras at the time of my punishment.

"The fact that we have these photographs and recordings ensures that our naughty boys and girls are too embarrassed to reveal what transpires at a Punishment Center… can you imagine the shame of your friends seeing you screaming, while a pretty girl straps your little bottom."

I coloured up again, my lips trembled as her eyes fixed on mine. "I can see that you are no different, embarrassed are we Sweetie?"

My attention was drawn to the doorway, which I could see over her shoulder. To my dismay the Sergeant, who had strapped me, walked into the room followed by all four of the nurses. I trembled in humiliation as they approached me.

Miss Bryson, looked over her shoulder and then turned back to me, her eyes looking at me curiously. "Timid little fellow aren't you… never mind, let's get this job done."

The nurses came to stand either side of me as Miss Bryson left me and walked over to the camera equipment. It was Sergeant Leander that stepped in front of me and casually placed her hand on my shoulder.

Her attire was the same as she had been wearing at my induction. She fingered the cattle prod that was holstered in her belt and looked at me her eyes, searching my face. "OK Honey… you're going to be embarrassed whether you like it or not. You ought to realise straight away, that we have the power to fasten you down and deliver another four strokes to that bottom of yours. I know you wouldn't want that so I am advising you to do what we say, quickly… and without fuss or comment."

"What do you do Sweetie Pie?"

I could not keep the tremor from my voice as I looked at her pretty face. I had a peculiar feeling as I realised it was those pretty hands that had held the strap and beaten me so cruelly.

"I… er will… er obey…er quickly and.. er without fuss or comment…er miss." I could feel tears in my eyes as I looked at her. For some reason I wanted her to put her arms around me and comfort me. Instead she reached forward, her hand moving quickly between my legs, and took a gentle but firm hold of my testicles. Her fingers felt cool and smooth against my shaven scrotum. I gasped and shivered as her fingers enveloped my testicles.

"Don't move." She commanded sternly she squeezed once and then let me go.

"Argghh." I gasped as I felt the firm pressure of her fingers.

"OK Honey, first shot. Take your hands from your head and go to the trestle over there. Bend right over the bench. Spread your legs as wide as you can and rest the palms of your hands on the floor, with your hips resting on the padding. I am not going to help you… you are going to do it yourself… what are you going to do?"

I blushed, my face burning with shame and my lips trembling as I answered her. "Er… please miss… I am going to bend over the bench.. er with my legs spread apart and my er… hands on the floor."

She stroked my cheek gently and smiled at me. What a good boy… that's exactly right Sweetie… Now Miss Bryson is going to instruct you from now on, I will be here with my little cattle prod in case you don't obey quickly enough for her. So come along Sweetie… get to it."

I walked to the bench and took my hands from my head. I felt absolutely foolish as the nurses and the young girl as well as the sergeant watched me. I leaned over the padded trestle, knowing how stupid I must have looked as I let myself almost fall over it. I parted my legs a little, aware that my penis and testicles were hanging down on their side of the bench. I waited for the inevitable instruction to open my thighs even further.

Instead there was silence as I planted the palms of my hands flat against the floor. I was blushing and trembling as I heard the camera being wheeled forward. I remained bent over the bench with my head hanging down, and my eyes tightly shut in shame.

The sudden shock and pain of the open palmed slap made me cry out. "Argghhhhh." I opened my eyes and tried to turn my head as a second slap was administered over my tender and tortured bottom cheeks.

"I warned you honey… legs well apart." I looked to the side where the voice of the sergeant had come from… and realised that it had not been the sergeant who had slapped me, but Miss Bryson.

I gasped as her soft hand stroked gently over my stinging buttocks. Her voice sounded amused as she felt over my burning bottom cheeks. "Right Sonny… spread 'em until they ache.

Got it Honey?"

I blushed as I stretched my legs wider than I had ever thought I was able.

"Well done Honey-bunch, she drawled as I heard the camera fire quickly, the shutter sounding a muffled chatter as it took multiple shots.

I was aware that the nurses had moved closer. They seemed to be familiar with the routine as two of them placed their hands on my shoulders.

Before I could protest I felt the embarrassment and shame of my buttocks being parted. The other two nurses had each slipped both hands between the cheeks of my bottom, their hands pulling from either side as they proceeded to stretch my buttocks widely apart.

"Arghhh… oooooohhhhh." I could not contain my anguish as I was stretched wide open while the camera whirred and chattered as another series of images was digitally recorded.

They held me in that position long after the camera had stopped and I began to wonder why I was still being held when, suddenly I saw from between my legs, the young girl approach me. I felt her hands gently touch my penis and testicles which hung down from between my widely spread thighs. She took a firm hold of my testicles and proceeded to tap her fingers against the tip of my penis. I could only gasp and groan in utter misery as I was stretched wide while the fingers of the young girl deftly aroused my penis.

"Arghhhhhhh… oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh." I could not help myself… I felt humiliated beyond belief as I felt my penis stirring. I felt her gentle gingers, slip the foreskin back to uncover the glans. She let go of my testicles and applied both hands diligently to my penis, skilfully eliciting a sexual response from my member which responded against my will, to the soft and insistent touch of her fingers.

I was blushing a bright red by the time she took her hands away. I heard the camera whir and then felt the nurses release the pressure of their hands upon the cheeks of my bottom. I was gasping in relief as they helped up from the trestle. My legs and back were aching as I stood shamefaced in an upright position. The sergeant and one of the nurses moved the trestle to the wall, away from the backdrop. I blushed again as I looked down at my penis which was now jutting out from my body. I could feel the hardened flesh ache, bobbing up and down in a constant throbbing, over which I had no control.

One of the dark haired nurses gently stroked her hand over my cheek and looked me in the eye.

"Don't worry, it will get better Sweetie." Her voice was soft and tender as she looked at me with an expression of concern on her pretty face. She turned and followed the Sergeant and the other nurses through the doorway to, what I presumed, was another room.

I was left alone with Miss Bryson, who left me no time to ponder as she took my arm and led me over to the white back-drop. She stood me facing the white paper, with my back turned towards the camera.

I could feel her breath on my back as she stood behind me and placed her hands gently on my hips. "Now Stephen, I want you to stretch your arms out above your head and stay in that position until I tell you to do otherwise." I felt the feathery touch of her fingers delicately touching each side of my waist and then chest, as she ran her hands upwards to correct the position of my arms, as I stretched them out above my head.

"That's the way… now stay as you are."

I heard rather than saw her return to the camera and take more pictures and then her footsteps as she approached me again. To my horror, she placed both hands on my waist and then slid them around to my tummy and downwards, her slender fingers, familiarly and deftly, taking hold of my erect penis and cupping my testicles. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back as she leaned forward, her cheek brushing under my outstretched arms as she examined my genitals.

"OK Honey… turn around and face the camera, keep your arms stretched upwards, just as you are."

I blushed as she squeezed my penis before letting go of my genitals. I felt dizzy with shame as I turned towards her as she looked at me from behind the large digital camera.

"A smile is optional." She said mischievously as looked down into the viewfinder. I coloured up instantly, aware that her photograph would record the foolishness of my position, with my penis erect and my blushing face squeezed between my two up- stretched arms. I began to tremble as I realised the full extent of my shameful exposure to the camera. She finished her series of digital images and approached me once more this time she was carrying a large card, which was shaped like the number plate of a car. I could not help colouring up again as stood before me. To be handled and ordered around by such a young girl was so embarrassing that I hung my head in shame.

I was acutely aware of the juxtaposition between my nakedness and the trim and attractive appearance of the young girl in front of me. I noticed that she had undone a further button of her blouse to reveal the plump soft contours of the upper part of her breasts. Although her demeanour was one of efficiency, I felt sure that she was extracting pleasure from my shame and embarrassment.

"OK Sweetie, stand in front of the height chart facing the camera and hold this, come on you can take your arms down now. She handed me the card and watched me blush furiously as I read it. ‘Stephen Ryder' was printed in bold letters across the top and underneath in smaller letters it read: ‘Punished for Driving while unfit through Drink.'

She held my arm as I stood facing the camera and then adjusted my position until I was holding the placard across my chest. Casually she cupped my testicles as she spoke to me.

"Stay as you are now and don't move until I have finished." Her hand left my testicles and she casually smoothed her fingers around my freshly shaven pubic area. I groaned in dismay as she tapped her fingers lightly under my erect penis, making it bob up and down.

"Well honey… if you insist in having your penis erect… then that is how you will go on record."

I groaned in dismay.. "Please er… Miss couldn't you er… wait a minute er…" I was shaking with embarrassment as I pleaded.

"Look Sweetie, I can't help you, you're the one with his willy sticking out for the whole world to see. So stay exactly as I have positioned you and don't move… you obviously want everyone to know what a dirty little boy you are."

I trembled in shame as she took a series of photographs and then made me put the placard down and stand sideways. I could feel tears in my eyes as she moved the camera closer to me. I was acutely aware that my penis was standing upwards in front of the measuring graphic as she continued to take a long series of exposures.

to be continued ...