˂ᚏ˃Recent cutbacks in municipal spending has made it necessary to change the punishment procedure for lawbreakers. The punishment phase will now be handled by a private company, with the police departments no longer dealing with fines and other penalties. Instead, various forms of corporal punishment have been established for many offenses. Offenders are sent to a "correction center" to serve their punishment. Here's how it might happen in the future:

˂ᚏ˃I was found guilty of a speeding violation and receive a summons to appear in court, where I am found guilty of committing a "level 3" offense, for which the punishment is also 'level 3." I am ordered to present myself to a "correction center" at 7:00 am the following morning to receive punishment.

˂ᚏ˃There is no more information given about the punishment, and that is deliberate because of the secrecy of the new justice system. Only the punishment severity, described by its level number is given, and nobody is allowed to divulge any details of any punishment he or she may have received, under penalty of having it repeated. Of course the correction center claims that this is a privacy issue, but the real reason for this enforced silence is to create a cloud of mystery about what happens inside the "correction centers." Needless to say, receiving such a sentence causes most offenders a great deal of anxiety.

˂ᚏ˃With this cloud hanging over my head, I find it difficult to sleep and spend most of the night tossing and turning. Finally my alarm wakes me and I nervously drink a cup of coffee and leave for the correction center.

˂ᚏ˃ After my wait in line, a clerk pulls out a sheaf of what looked like a ream of paper and after riffling through it for a couple of minutes, she finally pulls a form out of the sheaf and hands it to me. There are only four lines on the it but the only thing I recognize is my name in the first line. The rest of the lines look like QR codes. I am told to "present my form to the punishment administrator in room 7."

˂ᚏ˃I get to the assigned room and present my form to you;. After scanning it, you ask me if I had been there before. When I answer "never," you raise your eyebrows and comment that my punishment seemed quite severe for a first offender and that maybe I had made a bad impression on someone in the main office. "This order doesn't seem right for a first offender; it calls for you to get three forced enemas with a 3-H option to satisfy your case. I ask what that means and you reply, "It's usually quite severe; 3-H is shorthand for 'high, hot and helluva lot, which translates to, at the bare minimum, to a very uncomfortable and cramp-filled enema for you. The helluva lot part translates to a 5-quart enema. Somebody at the front desk must have made an error, because the punishment they prescribe is more like one that we'd see for a multiple offender. Let me call my supervisor. They might be having problems with the new computer they just installed last week." I was a little bit relieved to hear you make a phone call to your supervisor. Unfortunately, five minutes later, when the call is done, you tell me, "Sorry, I wish I had better news for you, but they told me that once a punishment case has been initiated, we can't change it; if we do, they'll catch it when the session's surveillance video is reviewed later. Our agreement with the police requires us to regard the computer's decision as final. I'm sorry for the disappointment, but I must follow our regulation. So if you don't mind. I'm required to give your specified punishment today."

˂ᚏ˃So, there are rules that you must observe during the procedure. You must always address me as "Mistress" while you're here. and you may not speak unless you are spoken to. The next rule is that you must be naked and restrained while you are in the presence of your Mistress(es) so remove all of your clothes now and then present yourself to me to be restrained. I need you to place your hands behind your back so that I can restrain you."

˂ᚏ˃I was flabbergasted, but under the circumstances, I couldn't think of a logical rebuttal to her, so I decided that I must grin and bear it.

˂ᚏ˃I strip as you request and present myself with my hands behind my back, as you requested. You promptly apply handcuffs and as you tighten them, you inform me of the next rule, which is that I must obey everything I am told, otherwise you may increase my level of punishment. The punishments are intended to be very embarrassing and humiliating, so I must accept any and all of it willingly and without complaint. And since the written order specifically requires three enemas, that part is mandatory, Other than that, I alone will decide any other details of how I will administer your enemas, including the temperature, the quantities, what ingredients I might decide add to it, for example I frequently decide to give milk and molasses enemas to troublesome patients or I might make an annoying patient hold his enema longer before I allow him to release. We are not running a country club and our discipline is strict. We administer punishments to all offenders equally, following the procedures that we rigorously observe. We closely monitor your conduct to determine how well you comply with all your orders, and any non-compliance by you I will result in an increase of your punishment levels. Under no circumstances do we ever lessen the severity of any punishment.

˂ᚏ˃So do you completely understand what we expect your behavior to be while you are here?"

˂ᚏ˃"Yes," I answer," almost in a whisper.

˂ᚏ˃"I didn't hear you!" you say."

˂ᚏ˃I reply more loudly. "Yes, Mistress!"

˂ᚏ˃"Very well," you reply. "Then we're ready to begin."

˂ᚏ˃"So now I'll finish getting you ready for your first enema. Oh, you haven't met Doctor Bardy yet, have you?"

˂ᚏ˃My "No" answer brings a smile to your face as you take out a long rubber catheter with two balloons and two inflator bulbs attached. "Well then It's time that you met Doctor Bardy. Here he is, and he will be with us through our whole session, helping us both get through them. First we put him in your rear end and inflate the two balloons. After we do that we'll attach this 5-quart bag to give your enemas. You'll have to take the entire contents of it before we can let you off the table to release. And don't worry, we don't start with the full 5 quarts, your first enema is 3 quarts and we increase it a quart at a time until we reach the full 5." Then as you pick up the Bardy nozzle, you say, "These balloons make a leak proof seal so that you'll be sure to hold each of your enemas in their entirety. So let's have you bend way over on the table and push your rear end high into the air so we can give the doctor a big welcome into it!" you conclude smilingly. It is rapidly becoming obvious to me that this girl enjoys her work here.

˂ᚏ˃Before you start my enema, you pull on a pair of rubber gloves and while you remove the handcuffs to securely fasten my wrists and ankles to the enema table placing me in a spread-eagle position. "OK, now we need to restrain you to the table so that you can't interfere with my administration of your enemas. After I've finished giving your enema and you've waited the required holding time, I'll release your restraints and reapply the handcuffs. Whenever you're not strapped to the table, expect to be kept in the handcuffs so you can't play with yourself or interfere with my administration of your enemas.

˂ᚏ˃So first I must check you for impactions, Take a deep breath. As you insert a well lubricated gloved finger and move it around, you exclaim, "My goodness, you have a lot of impaction up there. I think you're gonna need more soap in your enema. Here, this will help." you say as you pour another packet of soap into the enema bag..

˂ᚏ˃”OK, are we ready for Doctor Bardy?" You quickly push the well-lubed Bardy nozzle into my waiting backside, and you waste no time inflating it tightly to secure it, then you hang up the bulging bag on the IV pole. finally I hear you say the inevitable "OK, take a nice deep breath!" You open the flow release clamp on the tubing, but try as I may, I cannot resist the enema. I realize that I have no hope of stopping it as It flows into me.

˂ᚏ˃You have me very firmly in your control. I cannot move nor stop the flow of the enema, and I relax momentarily as the enema flows in. My relief is short-lived as the first cramp develops. I tell you that I am cramping and after you tell me there is no talking allowed, you reply that everybody gets cramps when they get an enema, so cramping is not a reason to stop and that I need to breathe deeply and tolerate it until the cramping stops and if I talk again I will get another enema.

˂ᚏ˃Finally, I have completed getting my first enema and you release my restraints and let me up from the table, you lead me. still naked, back to the hallway door. Predictably I stop when we get to the door. And just as predictably you ask me why I've stopped. "This is a public place and I am stark naked. Don't I get a robe or at least a Johnny to put on?"

˂ᚏ˃"No, I'm sorry, we don't do that. You need to go naked. It's only 30 feet."

˂ᚏ˃I take a deep breath and exit the doorway with you and you lead me down the corridor and through a doorway labeled 'Toilets,' where we enter a large open room with about 20 toilets in it, where everyone who has just received an enema, is brought to release them. There is absolutely no privacy in the room. All the toilets are out in the open and have no separators between them, so the occupants must sit fully exposed in close proximity and view of each other.

˂ᚏ˃The Bardy nozzle that enforces the holding my enema is still in place and the inflator bulbs are dangling down behind me like a tail. Four of the toilets are already occupied and you lead me to the next unoccupied toilet.

˂ᚏ˃In a loud voice, you proclaim, "Here you go. folks, I've got more company for you!" Then you turn me around and have me stand in front of the toilet standing with my legs apart; you stand in front of me and reach between my legs to pull the two inflator bulbs forward onto the toilet's front rim between my legs as I sit. You place the bulbs on the toilet seat on either side of my cock. "This is just to give you a quick demonstration of the control we have over you, here" you say. "As long as you're sitting here securely handcuffed and with that Bar d ex that I've got firmly implanted in your ass, there's nothing you can do until we decide to release you. So think about this next time you are tempted to break a law. I'm going to go and take a 20-minute break. Meanwhile you will wait right here letting your enema percolate down while the consequences of your situation sink in."

˂ᚏ˃With that, you walk out the door leaving me on the seat. It took less than two minutes for me to realize that I was indeed truly helpless and unable to release the damned Bardy that you've made sure is still firmly in place and preventing the release of my gut full of water. I must confess that you make your point well!

˂ᚏ˃I took a moment to survey my surroundings: There were five of us in the room. each of us naked and sitting handcuffed on a toilet and with a length of tubing protruding from our butts like a tail. I assume each 'tail' was connected to a Bardy nozzle. I suddenly became startled when I realized that two of the four naked occupants who were already in the room were female! It blew my mind to rudely discover that they routinely mixed male and female patients together within the 'patient' population with absolutely no regard for even the slightest bit of modesty or self esteem!

˂ᚏ˃A new arrival entered the room led by his punishment matron. Like me, he is also naked, wearing handcuffs and also wearing a Bardy tail. Obviously he too is the process of receiving the same treatment as me. Just as they had me do, the new arrival was made to sit on an adjacent toilet next to mine, while his punishment matron secured him on it, took a break, and left. So now there are six of us in the room, and even though we're all naked and bound, we know exactly why each of us is there, none of us dares to speak because we had been told talking was prohibited and nobody dared to ask..I guess it's just as well. I just closed my eyes and waited silently and so did my fellow sufferers. During the next 15 minutes, two more patients led by their matrons arrived, both of them similarly naked, handcuffed and Bardyed as I am, and they too were similarly restrained and left to satisfy their enemas' holding times.

˂ᚏ˃After what seems like an eternity, you reenter the room and remove the Bardy nozzle to let me at last release my enema. "While you're emptying out I'll be getting your next enema ready back in the treatment room. I'll be back just as soon as it's ready so we can take you back in and give it to you. And depending on how well you take it, you may well find yourself getting more!".

˂ᚏ˃And the agony is only 1/3 over!

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