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The following story is entirely fictional.  Any resemblance to any
person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This story contains explicit sexual references.  If you are under
18 years of age, or may be offended, please do not continue
reading


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  "CRIME" & PUNISHMENT

An Adult Story of a "Crime"
and an Unusual Punishment
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I stopped in a local bar (an upscale place!) for a beer after
work.  Finding a seat at the bar, I proceeded to have a leisurely
drink.  After a few minutes, a very suggestively dressed woman sat
down beside me.

I did not pay any attention to the lady on the next bar stool even
though she was VERY attractive, but she soon struck up a
conversation, which included a number of sexual innuendos.
Although I was tempted to egg her on, I mostly listened.  She,
however, became more explicit in her sexual references.  I finally
left the bar, but she followed me to the street.  Although she
never made an offer of "play for pay", the implications were
there.  Finally, I thought "what the hell" and asked her what she
charged.  At that point she reached into her purse and pulled out
a set of handcuffs, which she promptly clamped on my hands as she
arrested me for soliciting sex from a prostitute!!

Needless to say I was shocked.  I was hauled off to the police
station and formally charged, but I was released on my own
cognizance pending trial.  I planned to plead innocent on grounds
of entrapment; however, before trial, I had a call from the
District Attorney's office to warn me that the Judge was very hard
on people who were convicted after "wasting the court's time" with
a trial.  I was advised to plead nolo contendere (no contest, but
admitting no guilt).

At the trial, I followed the District Attorney's advice.  The
Judge sentenced me to 30 days in jail!!!  I was flabbergasted!
My whole career as a stock broker could go down the tubes with 30
days off of work!  The Judge, however, gave me an option - I could
spend two weekends during the month being punished by one of
several individuals assigned by the courts.  The only real
limitations on the punishment were that I would have to take a
blood test and a physical examination first to prove I didn't have
Aids or other social diseases and that no punishment would be
administered which would cause any damage.  For example, I could
be spanked with a paddle or wide belt, but not with a whip as that
would cause a scar.  To protect my career, I had no choice but to
accept her offer.

On the first of the two weekends, I showed up at the appointed
house on Saturday at 9:00 am with a small bag of toiletries.  The
arresting officer met me at the door (this looked like a set-up!)

      "Do you know exactly why you are here?"

      "Yes, to be punished."

      "You must do exactly WHAT I tell you, WHEN I tell you
      without any back talk, or a single phone call will have you
      in jail for 30 days.  Also, you must acknowledge that you
      are here of your own free will and that you are free to go
      at any time; although, if you leave, you will be subject to
      the jail term.  Do you agree to these conditions?"

      "Yes"

      "Then you must sign this statement, which includes a release
      from any damages."

She took me to a spare bedroom which she said I would use for the
night.  She did not want me roaming around the house at night, so
the door would be locked but if there were an emergency, I could
escape through the window.  If I needed to pee during the night,
there was an old-fashioned chamber pot under the bed.  I asked her
what I would do if I needed to have a bowel movement.

      "I assure you - that will not be a problem."  I wondered
      what she meant by that; I would soon find out.

She then instructed me to remove my clothes and hang them up in
the closet as I would not need them again until I left on Sunday
afternoon.  As I stood naked before her, she reached for my penis
and examined it carefully.  She then instructed me to turn around
and spread my buttocks.  I heard her pull a rubber glove over her
hand and saw her coat her finger with vaseline.  I then felt her
gently massage my asshole and then insert her finger (all the
way!).

She then slowly pulled her finger out of my ass and removed the
glove.  She told me to stand still while she left the room.  I
heard her turn off the stove (I still wondered what that was all
about!).  She came back with some plastic ties - the type used to
bundle electrical wires.  She placed one loosely on each wrist and
on each ankle and clipped off the tab which was pulled through the
ratchet.

      "You look so comfortable without the encumbrance of clothes;
      I would like you to undress me."

I gently removed her clothes down to her panties at which point
she stopped me.  She placed my hands over her tits just to show me
her nipples had become erect.  Then she pulled my hands behind my
back and connected the loops around my wrists to each other wit
another plastic tie.  Then I was instructed to remove her panties
without using my hands.  I could only think of one way to do that!
I worked my tongue under the elastic band and grabbed the top of
the panties with my teeth and pulled that corner down.  I had to
repeat this several times, working around the top.  As I went down
past her pubic hair, the very full bush tickled my cheek.  I
finally had to grab the crotch with my tongue and teeth and
received a slight aroma of urine as well as the feminine odor of
her cunt.  As I worked around to the back, the odor changed!  As I
finally pulled the panties from around her feet, she told me that
she would use the panties as a gag if I made any unusual noises
during the next two days.  She then clipped the band holding my
hands behind my back.

We went into the kitchen and she instructed me to adjust the water
faucet until it was running water at skin temperature and measure
out one and a half pints.  She then poured the water into an old
fashioned enema bag and removed a most unusual enema nozzle from
the pan of water on the stove where she had been boiling it.  The
nozzle was slightly more than one inch in diameter with
depressions at one inch intervals along its five inch length.  At
the end where it connected to the hose, there was a cross bar so
it wouldn't go all the way into the asshole.  The indentations
would keep it from slipping out.

She took me into the recreation room.  I was then required to bend
over a table and she took a couple of the plastic ties to connect
the loops around my wrist to the table legs in the far corners so
I wouldn't be tempted to stand up.  She also put some paper towels
under my cock which was stiff as a broom handle in anticipation
(fear?) of what was going to happen to my backside.

My asshole was still greasy from the finger treatment so she
started slowly inserting the enema nozzle, one indentation at a
time.  When it was in all the way, she released the valve on the
tubing and the water started to flow in.  It felt very good and
refreshing at first.  Then I began to feel some slight cramps.  As
the water continued to flow, the cramps came and then were
temporarily relieved as the water flowed around some solid
material in my rectum.

As she regulated the flow, she explained what would happen next.
After the enema was complete, I would receive 10 whacks with the
razor strap on my bare ass, spaced 30 seconds apart.  I had to
hold the enema for the five minutes, and if I leaked so much as
one drop, the whole process would be repeated.  What I didn't know
was that the enema had been spiked with phospo-soda, the same
ingredient that creates such an urge with pre-packaged enemas!!

I finally took all of the liquid inside my bowels, and she SLOWLY
pulled out the nozzle, a notch at a time.  Then the clock started,
and after 30 seconds, the first belt came down hard on my bare ass
with a WHACK.  I uttered an yell in surprise and was warned that
the next outburst would require stuffing my mouth with her
panties.  The urge to release some of the liquid grew, and with
each stoke of the razor strap, it became harder and harder to
avoid involuntarily letting some out.  Finally at the sixth stroke
(three minutes), a little water spurted out and ran down my leg.

      "Well, it looks like we do this again," she said, grinning
      with a devilish grin.  "I knew you weren't man enough to
      hold it.  I am surprised, though, that you didn't have to be
      gagged".

As long as hope of retaining all of the enema fluid was lost, I
let out just enough more to relieve most of the pressure (but I
still tried to hold as much as I could because I knew I had to
clean up the floor after this was over).  The other four whacks
were delivered with a louder pop (since my behind was now a little
wet).  After the tenth stroke, she clipped the plastic ties
holding my arms to the table legs and I squatted over the bucket
and relieved myself with a big splash.

After I had wiped myself, I emptied the bucket in the toilet and
proceeded to scrub the floor on my hands and knees with a strong
disinfectant.  I ended up scrubbing the whole floor until it was
spotless.

I was told to take a shower.  While in the shower, she got in also
and I washed her all over.  After we dried, she led me to her bed
room.

      "Kiss my neck, my ears and then my tits -- gently suck my
      nipples."

Needless to say, I did as I was told.

      "Now kiss my cunt - I want to feel your tongue on my
      clitoris."

After the shower there was only a delicate feminine odor still
there.  I massaged her somewhat engorged clitoris with my tongue,
and also worked my tongue into her vagina.  She began to respond
with popping noises as the vagina expanded and contracted.

I was very much aroused at this time.  The shower had taken the
sting from my buttocks, and I had forgotten that vicious spanking.

      "I want to climax again - kiss my ass and massage my asshole
      with your tongue."

I started by kissing her buttocks and working up to the asshole,
which appeared as a small, red button.  She enjoyed my working up
to it gradually, but I took my time as I had to get used to the
smell.  I finally got to the asshole and spent some time licking
it and massaging it with my tongue.  I pressed on the opening with
my tongue.

After supper, I was still naked, but she put some clothes on for
her company.  Just before the other four women came to play poker,
she put an apron on me which covered most of my front.

      "Some of my guests might be offended by your ugly cock".

My job was to serve the drinks and refreshments and I was to jump
when I was called.  Every once in a while when serving the table,
a guest would peek under my apron.  I was so preoccupied with
doing a good job at serving, I forgot to put my towel on the chair
when I sat.  Immediately, she got up and went for the strap.

      "Bend over"

Whack - I let out a yell.  The other four women laughed - this was
great fun for them.

      "Remember what I said about outbursts - next time, the gag".

Toward the end of the evening, I realized what they had in mind
for me.  I was told to remove the apron.  I stood completely nude
in front of the women before I was told to bend over the table and
my wrists restrained.

Each of the guests was given a rubber glove. The first woman
lubricated her gloved finger and inserted it into my rectum.
After withdrawing her finger, she inserted a feminine syringe,
filled with warm water and squeezed it into my bowels. The other
four women repeated this process, and I thought I was home free.
However, they decided to repeat the steps with the syringes
(skipping the lubrication steps).  By this time, my intestines
were full, and I wondered how I could hold it!!

Then the timed drill began again.  Each of the five women was to
be given there strokes with the leather belt, 20 seconds apart. It
was hard to tell which of the five women had the hardest stroke!
I jerked at each one.  I squeezed my ass tightly at each stroke to
hold the fluid pressing in my bowels; but this time, to the
disappointment of the audience, I succeeded.  After the five
minutes (and fifteen strokes) were up, I was released, and
humiliated by the five women standing around, I squatted on a
bucket, and with a big sigh of relief, let go.

I had one more "punishment" weekend to go.  I wondered what was
next.


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