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Subject: {ASSM} Story: The Punishment Mistress [F/M noncons institution, spank, milking]
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The Punishment Mistress [F/M noncons institution, spank, milking]
"No... No," he moaned aloud, to no one in particular, because he knew
that the punishment mistress would take no heed of his protest.
"Please, no," he said, louder, this time addressed to the punishment
mistress. Part of his fear was his total vulnerability. He knew that
there would be no escaping the severe strapping that he had been
sentenced to for the week's misdeeds at the institution. He was
totally naked, bent over a heavy punishment structure, and bound
securely in place. His wrists were cuffed to the front legs of the
structure. There was a wide leather strap around his waist,
completely restricting movement of the upper body. His ankles were
cuffed to the rear legs of the structure. And, of course, he was
acutely aware that his bare bottom was exactly where the punishment
mistress wanted it. He was also aware that he was going to endure a
severe strapping, whether he wanted to or not, and that there was
nothing that he could do to interfere.
He had never been punished before at the institution for probation
violators. Punishment was not meted out on a whim. However, he had
accumulated several demerits during the week for rule violations. He
cursed his own hubris, his overconfidence that he could get away with
breaking multiple rules without consequence. Hell, he told himself,
that's why I'm at this place to begin with - I thought that I could
get away with breaking the rules. What is it about me, he pondered,
that ensures that I get caught every time?
The punishment mistress was a slender blonde woman about five feet
nine, with bangs and a ponytail. Her white blouse and black skirt
were complemented by black pumps. She had large blue eyes and a
pleasant, although dispassionate, expression on her face when the
inmate was led into the punishment room. The punishment mistress does
not determine the severity of the punishment to be meted out to the
recipients of her attentions. The severity, and, often, the
instrument of punishment, are decided only by the administrator of the
institution.
He had been led to the room with his hands cuffed behind him and
wearing ankle chains. He was forcibly bent over the punishment
structure, the waist strap secured, and the ankle chains removed.
Then the two women who brought him into the punishment room stripped
him of his clothes from the waist down and cuffed his ankles to the
rear legs of the structure. His handcuffs were then removed and his
shirt stripped off. Finally, his wrists were cuffed to the structure.
He heard someone else enter the room. Then he saw the administrator
of the institution stand in front of him. "Mistress Deanna, he is to
get a severe strapping. Give him sixty four strokes of the
wood-handled strap. Witnesses, are you ready?"
"Yes, Miss Karen," answered the two women who had brought him to the
room.
"Mistress Deanna, are you ready?"
"Yes, Miss Karen," the punishment mistress answered after she
retrieved the strap from its repository.
"You may begin, Mistress Deanna," she stated.
Deanna extended her arm and determined the correct distance and
position, and, with her eye on the target, drew her hand far back and
imparted a hard stroke of leather to the young man's bottom. He
flinched as his ass cheeks jiggled from the force of the swat. A
scant three or four seconds later, the next stroke landed. Deanna,
keeping her feet in place, swiveled her hips as she completed the
stroke with a tennis player's follow-through. The young man sharply
drew in his breath. A short instant later the three-inch-wide strap
planted another reddened stripe on his quivering bottom. By the tenth
stroke, he was groaning with each swat. Deanna stopped for a moment
to let the strapping thus far have an effect.
"Angie," said Deanna to one of the women who had brought the male in,
"I'd like you to give him the next thirty strokes. Remember to
follow-through."
The tall Angie, her eyes brightening, responded, "I'll be happy to".
Angie's long black hair gave her an air of authority. She took the
wood-handled strap from Deanna, and took her place to one side of the
miscreant. Angie was in training as a strapmistress, and had applied
the strap on a limited basis in a few previous sessions.
There was no doubt of Angie's ambition to be an accomplished
strapmistress. The strength of her swats was testimony to her
dedication and practice. The young man was visibly flinching with
each stroke. Following Deanna's example, Angie paused for a moment
after administering ten swats. When she resumed, the male recipient
was giving a staccato exclamation upon each stroke of the strap. When
Angie applied the third set of ten strokes, her enthusiasm was such
that the male gave a vociferous shout each time the leather hit its
target. Angie handed the strap back to Deanna.
Deanna positioned herself directly behind her charge, smiled at Angie
as if to say "watch how I do this" and applied the remaining
twenty-four strokes in an alternating forehand-backhand fashion
without stopping. This kind of application of the strap is especially
painful because it is applied on the more tender skin on the outer
sides of the buttocks. Her ponytail swishing back and forth, Deanna
applied the leather with all her strength. The young man's nether
globes were in a constant state of jiggling and quivering, and his
howls were testimony to her effectiveness. Deanna though to herself
that she wold like to give her boyfriend a strapping like this - tied
down so he couldn't move. The thought aroused her.
"Thank you, Mistress Deanna," the institution administrator said. "You
may be excused if you wish. Please be back here in fifteen minutes to
be briefed on the next punishment." Then, addressing the young man,
she continued, "You will remain where you are for ten minutes. Then
you will be led back to your room."
When the requisite time had elapsed, the women who brought him to the
punishment room, Michelle and Angie, prepared to return him to his
room. Angie unfastened his ankles from the punishment box and placed
ankle cuffs on him. Michelle then released his wrists from the front
legs of the punishment box and cuffed them behind his back. Finally,
the waist cinch was released.
He desperately wanted to rub his bottom to mitigate the still-fresh
pain from the leathering, and would be unable to do that as long as
his hands were cuffed. He wasn't allowed to get dressed. Instead he
was led, naked but for the ankle chains and handcuffs, back to his
room. Michelle carried his clothes and Angie led him to his room,
which was really more like a cell. The first thing he did when the
restraints were removed was run his hands across his buttocks, and
then he positioned himself face-down on his bed.
Michelle and Angie, who were themselves in training for positions as
punishment mistresses, and Deanna gathered in the punishment room to
be briefed by Miss Karen on the next recipient of discipline.
"We have a repeat offender here," Miss Karen stated. "You all may
recognize him. He is in room 115. He's the one who has been here for
being disorderly. He got a paddling the first time, and got the strap
a week later. As if that wasn't enough, you gave him twenty four
strokes of the cane just two weeks after that. This time he
apparently started a food fight and attempted to wrongly implicate
others. This pattern of repetition merits a very severe session
today. Mistress Deanna, I suggest that you use the cane, forty eight
strokes. And they are to be augmented."
"Will do, Miss Karen," responded Deanna.
"Michelle and Angie, please escort the next miscreant here."
They left to fetch the young man in the same manner as they had done
with the previous one. Deanna prepared a salt water solution in a
spray bottle for augmentation. When a punishment is augmented, a
salt-water solution is sprayed on the recipient's bottom after every
six strokes. This has the effect of greatly intensifying the pain.
Augmentation is used only with repeat offenders displaying an
unwillingness to heed the lessons of previous discipline. Also, when
the maximum number of strokes for the cane, forty-eight, is to be
administered, each set of six is placed at a slightly different angle,
so that after the first set, every stroke will intersect with a
previous stroke. There is no limit to the number of strokes permitted
with the other instruments of correction.
Deanna selected a thin, flexible cane for the next session. The door
opened with Michelle and Angie with the repeat offender in tow. As
they were busy securing him to the punishment box, Deanna reflected on
her duties at the institution. She was the first, and is currently
the only, person with the title of Punishment Mistress. A punishment
mistress must be knowledgeable and proficient with paddles, straps,
canes, and switches. The training is long and arduous. A trainee is
mentored by Deanna, and must practice her art daily on pillow before
she is permitted to apply an instrument of correction to an inmate. A
trainee's first experience at live administration of discipline is
with various paddles. They are taught positioning and timing, as well
as strength of the swats. If they still want to proceed after
demonstrating proficiency with the paddle, the next instrument is the
leather strap. When a high level of proficiency is demonstrated with
the strap, the trainee as awarded the title of Strapmistress. Next
comes training with the cane. Several trainees have not progressed to
the title of Canemistress because of its requirement for absolute
accuracy and control. If a Canemistress can demonstrate proficiency
with using switches, she is a Punishment Mistress. Angie is currently
a strapmistress trainee.
Miss Karen addressed the bound male. "I can't believe that you like
being disciplined, yet you keep doing things that bring you back here.
We're going to see if today's session will have a more lasting effect
on you. I have directed the punishment mistress to give you four
dozen strokes of the cane. I have also directed that they be
augmented. That means that a salt water spray will be frequently
applied to your naughty little bottom during the caning. They tell me
that it really hurts." Turning to her staff, Miss Karen said, "Angie,
I'd like you to apply the salt water. Michelle, are you ready to be
the witness?"
"Yes Miss Karen," replied Michelle as she took her place as an
observer. Angie was ready with the spray bottle. "Are you ready,
Mistress Deanna?"
"I am ready, Miss Karen."
"Good. Please begin."
The bound male felt the punishment mistress lightly tap the thin
rattan cane across the center of his exposed buttocks as she prepared
to start. A scant few seconds later he heard the swishing sound of
the cane whipping through the air. As soon as he became aware of that
sound he felt an intense flash of pain across his buttocks.
He sharply drew in his breath. The pain actually seemed to intensify
for a couple of seconds before settling in at a constant level. The
cane hurt considerably more than he imagined as this secondary
reaction took hold. A few seconds elapsed and he heard the beginning
of the dreaded swishing sound again, followed immediately by a new
stripe of blinding pain. "OH!" The sound escaped involuntarily from
his clenched teeth.
Mistress Deanna looked with satisfaction on the white weal which she
expertly placed almost immediately next to the first one. As soon as
the white weal began to turn red, she pressed her lips together, and,
with her eye on the young man's buttocks, brought the slender rattan
cane far back and whipped it forward, making contact about a quarter
inch away from the previous stroke.
"OHHH!" she heard the young man exclaim. She had heard a similar
litany of pain many, many times before, and she would hear it many
times again. She knew that she would never tire of hearing it. Each
one was a little different, but they all had the common thread of
forced submission. She liked it best when they become aware of the
inevitability of the punishment, and their absolute vulnerability.
Parting her lips slightly, she drew back the cane and placed another
white-hot weal on the bared buttocks of her charge. "Four," she
counted to herself, feeling the slightest beginnings of arousal deep
inside her body.
Deanna smiled slightly as she observed the young man valiantly
attempting to refrain from vocalizing his predicament. As she looked
at the ever-widening pattern of striations on the young man's bared
bottom, she took careful aim and whipped another stroke immediately
adjacent to the previous one. The whitened weal stood out in contrast
to the other reddened lines.
"Gmmmfff!"
They always try to take it without vocalizing, Deanna thought to
herself. Before it's over, he'll be telling me that he can't take any
more. They all tell me that. But I take them past that point, she
proudly asserted to herself.
The latest stripe just started to redden, and Deanna drew back her arm
to plant another stripe. She felt a deepening of the earlier arousal
as the cane made its journey to the young man's bottom.
"Owwwowww!" He shook his head wildly, unable to shake off the pain.
As the pain began to intensify he thought to himself, how am I going
to be able to take forty eight of these strokes?
Deanna stepped back as Angie moved in and applied several sprays of
salt water to the young man's bottom. The effect was almost
instantaneous. He felt as though each ass cheek was an incandescent
light that had just been switched on. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!
Owwwww!" he exclaimed.
Deanna stepped up to take her position. She spread her feet, placed
her free hand akimbo on her hip, and bent her knees in order to get
the exact angle that she was seeking. The intent was that the next
set of six strokes would intersect the previous set.
Whippppp! She placed a stroke so that it cut diagonally across three
or four of the previous strokes.
"AHHH! NO!"
Whipppp! Another stripe diagonally across previous strokes.
"Gmlflmmmmmmmf!"
Whippppp! Each successive cane stroke was applied diagonally to the
previous ones.
"Owwwwww!"
Three more strokes were laid on in quick succession.
Angie applied the salt water spray again.
"Oh! Ohh! OHHHH! Owwww! Oh-that-hurts!"
Deanna applied two more sets of six strokes in this manner, with the
young man's reaction becoming more strident all along.
It's at this point, usually, that the punishment recipients believe
that they can not take any more, and plead ever so fervently. During
the last half of the caning, the recipient performed the expected
litany of begging, pleading, and promising. Moreover, each set of
stripes that Deanna applied found her getting more aroused. She
suspected the same with Angie, who cheerfully applied the salt water
spray after every set of six strokes.
The whipping had not taken five minutes. She stepped back now, placed
the whippy cane in its place, and wiped some beads of sweat from her
forehead.
Now I'm so wet, Deanna acknowledged. Why does this turn me on so
much?
"Very well done, Mistress Deanna. You too, Angelina. Mistress
Deanna, you may be excused if you wish. Angelina and Michelle will
wait here and lead this miscreant back to his room after ten minutes.
An hour later found the discipline administrators in another room
which is not frequently used except for very special punishment
occasions. Michelle and Angie had bound the male to be disciplined
face-down on a padded table. The table was similar to a massage
table, except that it was significantly sturdier, and not as high.
Additionally, there was a circular opening in the center of the table
which was a few inches wide. The purpose of this opening was to allow
access to the male's sexual organs.
The male's wrists, ankles, and waist were securely bound to the table.
Miss Karen surveyed the scene before her and determined that the
session was ready to begin.
"Please proceed with the session," instructed Miss Karen.
Angie retrieved a device which was approximately the size of a small
end table, unfastened the covers, and positioned it under the table
upon which the male was bound. Making the necessary adjustments,
Angie affixed a tube-shaped attachment to the device, and positioned
the attachment so that the other end of the tube extended up to the
opening in the table. She made sure that the tube was around the
male's penis. His penis fit quite loosely in the tube at the moment.
Much of the device was constructed of transparent material so that the
results of the milking could be determined.
Angie picked up a box about the size of a paperback novel. The box
had switches and knobs on it, and was the wireless control center for
the milking device. She pressed a button and the machine made a
whirring sound. A moment later the tube closed around the male's
penis. He felt a well lubricated sheath enclose his organ, and became
instantly erect. Angie turned a knob and the machine slowly stroked
the male's member. He was wondering what this was all about, since he
was feeling pleasure at the time, and this was supposed to be
punishment. Angie increased the rate and the machine responded.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh..." groaned the captive male, his face turning red. A
moment later, he exclaimed "Aauughhhhhhhhhhh! Arghhh! Arrrgh!" as he
spurted into the receptacle. The machine kept stroking. "Ohh!
Arrgh! Ahhhh!" he exclaimed with a rising level of discomfort as the
machine continued to stroke his very sensitive member. When Angie was
satisfied that the machine had milked him dry, she decreased the speed
to the initial "idling", during which the machine was still stroking.
For ten minutes the women made small talk among themselves. When a
timer signified the end of ten minutes, Angie set the stroking speed a
little higher than she had on the first run. After three full minutes
of stroking, the male groaned and spurted into the machine's
receptacle. Angie, of course, left the machine running while the
captive male vocalized his discomfort at the continued assault.
After several minutes, Deanna spoke to him. "You're going to have to
do better than that. If you're not going to cum I think I should
spice things up with a switch to give you some motivation." She
slowly and deliberately walked across the room and picked up a willow
switch that had been soaking in water. Whisking the water droplets
off the switch, Deanna made her way to the hapless bound male and
prepared to start the switching.
"Why aren't you cumming?" she queried.
"I did twice already!" he offered.
"You're being milked," Deanna retorted. "You're supposed to cum some
more. Are you about to cum right now?"
"I can't!" exclaimed the male. Meanwhile the machine was still
stroking his shaft.
Deanna briskly applied the switch to his bare bottom, at the same time
admonishing him. "You really should cum. (switch! switch!) You
really want to cum, don't you? (switch! switch!) I don't understand
why you are reluctant to cum some more." (switch! switch! switch!)
Deanna continued in this manner for a while until his bare bottom was
well switched.
The male being punished struggled with the pain. "Aaargh! OW-OW-OW!
Please no more! Yes, I want to! I want to cummm! Ow! Ow! Please, I
can't! Please stop! Please stop!"
Angie played with varying the speed and intensity of the stroking,
increasing and decreasing the tempo like a roller-coaster. After a
few moments the young man, with a vocal exclamation, ejaculated a few
dribbling spurts into the receptacle. After he ejaculated, the
intensity of his sensitivity to the constant stroking of the machine
became especially excruciating.
Gritting his teeth with a pained expression, he exclaimed,
"Aaaaahhhhh! No! Please stop the machine! So sensitive!
Ahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh-ahhhhh!"
Angie, leaving the machine running, peered into the receptacle and
scolded, "That wasn't a very big load. I think it's time to escalate
things here." She retrieved a specially designed anal probe. This
probe had several metallic bands around it, although it was pliable
and not rigid. There was a connector for a cable at the outside end
of it. Angie hooked a cable to it and attached the other end of the
cable to a fitting on the milking machine. Then she generously
lubricated the probe with olive oil and inserted it into the captive
male.
"Uhh-uhhhhh-uhhhhh!" he groaned as Angie pushed it in.
Angie then picked up the control box, turned a knob, and watched for a
reaction. The probe, as a result, was expanding and contracting in a
pulsating fashion. As it did this, it would press against the male's
prostate, stimulating it. Angie observed the male's facial
expressions as she varied the speed of the pulsing, looking for the
tempo providing the most stimulation. When she found the right
setting, she left it as it was and waited. A few more minutes, and
the male again dribbled some semen into the receptacle.
"Arrgh! Arrrrgh! Aaaaaaarghhhh! Oh, no! I can't stand this. Please
stop! Please stop! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Angie waited a few minutes before stopping the pulsating of the anal
probe. She did, however, leave the milking machine stroking his
member. Looking into the receptacle, she expressed mock disdain.
"Just a dribble this time. I thought I could get more from you. Oh
well, I'll just have to employ other means. Maybe Mistress Deanna
should give you another switching."
"No, not the switch! Please, I'll do anything!"
"Anything? All I'm asking for is a nice big load of cum."
"I try! Really! I just can't! Please! I'm completely drained!"
"Then you'll have to take the consequences," teased Angie with a coy
smile. She seated herself, calmly crossed her legs and picked up the
control box. She started the anal probe pulsing again, and adjusted
the speed as before. Then she pressed a small red button on the box.
This caused an instantaneous pulse of electricity to course from the
male's prostate to his sphincter. To him, it felt like a hot
pin-prick to his sphincter, and similarly inside him where his
prostate was.
"Oh! Ohh!" he cried. Angie pressed the button again. "Ow! Ahh!"
Then she continued to press the red button at random intervals every
few seconds. When Angie sensed that he was nearing another
ejaculation, she rapidly pressed the button a couple of times per
second until the male violently shook his head back and forth with
gritted teeth.
"Yaaaaaah! Oh, the pain! That hurts! Aaaaargh!" he yelled as a
rather empty ejaculation wracked his body. "Mercy, please! I can't!
Oh have mercy!"
After a few more minutes of the machine's stroking, Angie finally
turned it off. The bound male was now drenched in sweat, groaning and
panting.
With a smile, and very aroused, Deanna walked out of the room and went
to her office.
Mistress Deanna left work at 10 PM and headed home. Throwing off her
clothes, she got in bed with her lover and waited a few moments. When
he stirred, and was still half-asleep, she guided one of his hands to
her aroused womanhood. Sleepily he stroked her clitoris and labia.
As he awoke he felt himself becoming erect.
"What did you do this time?" he inquired.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! A severe strapping, a very severe caning and a
milking," she whispered.
"Were you turned on?" he asked.
"Ahh! Yes! Ahhhh!"
"You nasty bitch! You're getting me hard!"
Deanna climaxed with raucous groans. Her lover threw off the covers
and he pulled her on top of him. He quickly entered her and he held
on tightly with his arms around her. "Come on you cunt! Ride me!"
Deanna, her eyes filled with fiery passion, began to furiously pump
with her hips. While she was doing this, she taunted her lover.
"Rick, I've warned you before about your language. You know what,
Rick? Tomorrow I'm going to tie you down and give you a strapping
just like I gave tonight! I'm going to watch your ass cheeks quiver
and jiggle as they turn fiery red. And you're also getting a dose of
the forehand-backhand thing! Oh God, Rick, I'm gonna love it! You,
on the other hand, are going to be begging for mercy! Ahhh! Ahhhh!
Ahhhhh!" Deanna climaxed again and felt her lover's erection stiffen
even more inside her.
"Deanna!" exclaimed Rick. "Aaahhrgh! Mmmmmmff! Uhhhh!" Rick thrashed
about as he spurted inside of Deanna.
When the passions had subsided, Deanna whispered, "I meant what I
said, Rick. You ARE getting that strapping tomorrow."
Rick brought Deanna's mouth to his and kissed her passionately.
"Mmmmmmm, Deanna, I love you!"
- end -
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