Because of the reductions in municipal spending, it has been necessary to alter the punishment procedure for lawbreakers. The punishment phase will now be handled by a private company, with the police department 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:

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.

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.

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.

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."

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 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 ones that we see for multiple offenders. 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, my child-like confidence was cruelly dashed, "We can't change anything, 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 regulations, There is no reprieve. I am required to give your specified punishment today."

So, there are rules that you must observe while you're in custody here. Our punishments are intended to be very embarrassing and humiliating, so as you may have heard, while you are in our custody, you will be treated as the common criminal that our magistrates have determined you to be. You will be kept 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. You must always address me as "Mistress" while you're here. and you may not speak unless you are spoken to. Now, strip down, turn around with your back to me and put your hands behind your back."

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.

I strip as you request and present myself to you. You promptly apply handcuffs and as you tighten them, you inform me of the next rule, which is that I must obey everything you tell me, otherwise you may increase my level of punishment. I must accept any and all of it willingly and without complaint. The punishment administrator will decide any or all other details concerning her administration of your enemas, including the temperature, the quantities, or ingredients she might decide add to it, for example she may decide to give milk and molasses enemas to troublesome patients or she might make an annoying patient hold his enema longer before she allows him to release. Whatever decision she makes is final. 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 will result in an increase of your punishment levels. Under no circumstances do we ever lessen the severity of any punishment.

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

"Yes," I answer," almost in a whisper.

"I didn't hear you!" you say."

I reply more loudly. "Yes, Mistress!"

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

"So now I'll finish getting you ready for your first enema. Oh, you haven't met Doctor Bar d ex yet, have you?"

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 Bar d ex. 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 Bar d ex 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 ass high in 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.

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, 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.

So first I will 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..

”OK, are we ready for Doctor Bar d ex?" You quickly push the well-lubed Bar d ex nozzle into my waiting ass, 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.

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.

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 corridor and you want me to go through it stark naked. Don't I get a robe or at least a Johnny to put on?"

"No, we don't have any coverings. You just have to go down to the toilet froom to release your enema. There's on need to cover up, go just as you are. It's only 30 feet.

I take a deep breath and reluctantly exit the doorway with you and you lead me down the corridor to a doorway labeled 'Toilets,' We enter a large open room containing about 20 toilets, The 30 feet you quoted me turns out to be the full length of the corridor; more like 100 feet.

Fortunately I survived my naked dash down the corridor, and discovere that here is absolutely no privacy in the toilet room. All the toilets are out in the open and have no separators between them, so the occupants sit fully exposed in close proximity and view of each other. The room is dimly lit, but still brightly enough to see everyone.

The Bar d ex 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. "OK, you can sit here until we're ready to let you release."

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 tighten a clamp behind the toilet to secure the tail of the Bar d ex nozzle in place to prevent my getting up. then you place the inflator 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 tail fastened to the toilet, there's nothing you can do until we decide to release you. So think about this next time you are tempted to break the law. I'm going to go and take a break. Meanwhile you will wait right here letting your enema percolate down while the consequences of your situation sink in."

Satisfied that you have me securely restrained, you leave the room leaving me on the toilet. It took less than two minutes for me to realize that I am indeed truly helpless and unable to release the damned Bar d ex 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!

I took a moment to survey my surroundings: There were now five of us in the room. each of us naked and sitting handcuffed on the toilet and with a length of tubing protruding from our butts like a tail. I assume each 'tail' was connected to a Bar d ex nozzle. I was shocked to suddenly discover that two of the five current occupants in the room were female! It blew my mind to rudely discover that his place is co-ed and does not afford the 'patients' even the slightest bit of modesty or self esteem!

A new arrival entered the room led by his punishment matron. Like me, he is also naked, wearing handcuffs and also wearing a Bar d ex 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 the toilet adjacent to me, while his punishment matron secured him on the toilet, 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 were told it was prohibited. I guess it's just as well. I just closed my eyes and waited silently and my fellow sufferers apparently did the same. During the next 15 minutes, two more patients led by their matrons arrived, both of them similarly naked, restrained, and Bar d exed as I am, and they too were similarly restrained and left holding their enemas.

After what seems like an eternity, you reenter the room and remove the Bar d ex nozzle so that I can at last release my enema. "While you're emptying out I'll be getting your next enema ready. I'll be back as soon as it's ready and we'll take you back into the treatment room for your next enema. Now, won't you like that? And depending on how well you take it, you may well find yourself getting more!".

And the agony is only 1/3 over! Stand by for parts 2 and 3