Maragana Girl
Copyright 2004 by EC
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(warnings: judicial corporal punishment, forced public nudity, sex between adults, 
references to drug use, references to violence)

Chapter 20 – The Story of Two Final Punishments

Kim's friends became increasingly nervous as the end of April approached. The 
reason was simple enough; they were due to receive the final switching of their 
sentences on April 25. The switching was the final major event of their sentences 
they needed to endure before their release in July, but that did not make them any 
less apprehensive about having to face the switching table. 

Spokesman Havlakt lobbied hard to get the group's final punishment canceled. 
They had contributed greatly to Upper Danubia with their music, they had risked 
themselves during last summer's forest fires, they were in college, and they were 
leading productive lives. What good could possibly come out of making them 
suffer yet again, for something that really was not their fault to begin with?

The sentencing judge was sympathetic to the group's plight, agreeing there was no 
point in administering the final switching. However, the law stipulated that unless 
a criminal had performed some important service to the country or an act of 
personal heroism, a scheduled judicial switching could not be canceled. The 
reasoning behind that law was to prevent Spokespersons from filing routine 
petitions to cancel switchings and to prevent them from seeking special treatment 
for their clients.

Spokesman Havlakt and the sentencing judge sat down to examine several old 
cases, to see if there was any way to get around that law. Finally, just two days 
before the group was due to report to the Central Police Station, the Spokesman 
found a partial solution to the problem, which he presented to the judge. The 
judge would not be able to cancel the switchings completely, but he felt the court 
could justify reducing the punishments to 25 strokes, because the crimes had been 
committed when Eloisa and her friends were still under 18. There was one such 
legal precedent for such a reduction, from a case in the 1960's that was somewhat 
similar to the one resulting in the convictions against Eloisa's group. On that 
occasion the students had been sentenced to a year of wearing collars and to 
receiving three switchings. Like Eloisa’s group, the first switching was the 
standard 25 strokes for persons under-age. The second switching was 50 strokes, 
but the group’s final switching was reduced back to 25 strokes, the criminals 
being punished as minors, even though they were above 18. The legality of 
punishing adults as minors in the 1960’s case was never challenged. Spokesman 
Havlakt now had a legal precedent to request a reduction in the severity of his 
clients’ punishments. The sympathetic judge read over the case and agreed with 
the Spokesman. He could use the old case as a justification to reduce the final 
punishment of Eloisa and her friends to 25 strokes. 

That evening Spokesman Havlakt called Eloisa and her boyfriend and told them 
contact all the other members of the group. They reported to his office in the 
evening, all 28 of them. They knew their Spokesman had something important to 
tell them, or else he would not have had them report to his office at night.

"I have some good news for you. It's not as good as I would have liked it to be, 
but still, you may consider yourselves blessed. The sentencing judge and I were 
determined to see what we could do to eliminate your final corporal punishment. 
We could not completely eliminate your final punishment, but when you are 
switched the day after tomorrow, you will be punished as minors, not adults. In 
other words, each of you will receive 25 strokes with the switch instead of 50."

Eloisa and her friends looked at each other, visibly relieved. The Spokesman 
continued, explaining the case that led to the legal justification for reducing the 
punishment. He concluded. "I don't know if this case would have helped you 
earlier in your sentences or not, because its legality was never challenged. There 
won't be any opportunity for the prosecutor to challenge the legality of the case 
now because it will be used on you in just two days and on a single occasion. But 
once you have been punished the day after tomorrow, that will be it. A little over 
two months from now your collars will be off and you'll be free citizens. Keep 
your minds focused on that when you lie across the switching table this one last 
time."

The Spokesman then laid out the schedule for the group's punishments. His goal 
was to simply get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible. The police 
would be using two punishment rooms, 14 members of the group per room. The 
Spokesman decided to divide his clients into two sub-groups of 14, one of which 
would report to his office at 8:00 in the morning, the other which would report at 
11:00 in the morning. He hoped to have the punishments completely finished no 
later than 2:00 in the afternoon.

Once 14 members for each shift were present, they would be divided between the 
two punishment rooms, 7 per room. Spokesman Havlakt would take one group 
downstairs, while Vladim Dukov would take the other group downstairs. They 
would be switched one at a time, each one then being released to return to the 
Spokesman's Office after his or her switching.

"I hope that, with just 25 strokes, you won't need much time to recover, but for 
any of you who do, I'll have my tables set up. I do expect you to stick together 
once you have been punished. Come upstairs to my office, or to Spokesman 
Dukov's office, and wait there until everyone from your group is done."

Finally, the Spokesman emphasized the changes under the new rules resulting 
from Vladim Dukov's reforms.

"What you must endure will be very straightforward. You will go downstairs in 
handcuffs, each one of you will be strapped down, you'll get your 25 strokes, 
you'll be let up, you'll thank the cop for punishing you, and you'll come back 
upstairs. That's it. No leg irons, no fondling, no hits on the shoulders, no kicks, no 
fingers up your bottoms. We got all that to stop. The younger cops aren't that 
happy about it, but that's just too bad. You're not here to give them playtime.”

Dima knelt and the others followed his lead. As the leader of the group he pressed 
his forehead on the ground at the feet of his Spokesman, and with that the group 
departed to the Socrates Club. The group was no longer afraid; they now simply 
looked at their final switching as the last unpleasant event that stood between the 
present and the conclusion of their sentences. For most of the group, their 
sentences really would end in two days. There were no more switchings 
scheduled, nothing to be afraid of during the final two months. 

Eloisa and her friends shaved their pubic hair one final time the day before their 
punishments, but they did not wear the long faces they had worn previously. 
Tomorrow's ordeal would be painful and unpleasant, but not horrific and 
humiliating as it had been on previous occasions. 

The following morning, at 7:45 am, eight young women and six young men knelt 
in the reception area of their Spokesman's office. They had split into two groups, 
four women and three men each. They would follow their usual routine of 
allowing the women to go first. Shortly after the group was kneeling Officer 
Vladik Dukov and his partner entered the Spokesman's office. The 14 criminals 
knelt forward, touching their heads to the floor. Vladik addressed the group in a 
very routine manner.

“Very well, you all know the routine, so I'm not going to make an issue out of it. I 
need all of you to stand up, in the order you plan to be punished. As I come up to 
each of you, you will turn your back to me and present your hands. Once I 
handcuff you, step into the main corridor and get in line. My partner and I will 
take you downstairs and we'll try to get this over with as quickly as possible.”

Once the fourteen criminals were handcuffed and standing in line, a second pair 
of police officers joined Vladik and his partner. They were somewhat older, a 
man and a woman. During that spring very few younger officers were punishing 
criminals, since most of the younger cops had to return to the National Police 
Academy and be retrained to punish criminals under the new guidelines. 

Once the two groups were ready, Vladik tapped Eloisa's shoulder and motioned 
her to follow him downstairs. With that a group of seven naked, handcuffed 
criminals followed the two police officers to the first of the two punishment 
rooms to be used during today's switchings. The second group followed behind 
and disappeared into the second punishment room. Spokesman Havlakt entered 
the punishment room along with the two police officers and seven criminals. The 
police locked the door and removed the group's handcuffs. There was the usual 
reading of the charges and sentence conditions by the judge as the seven criminals 
knelt with their foreheads pressed to the floor and their bottoms high in the air. 
Once the official reading of the charges was over, Eloisa and her companions 
knelt upright. They no longer would be required to keep their heads pressed to the 
ground until their turn came up to be punished.

Vladik and his partner took their places close to the switching table and waited. 
Spokesman Havlakt tapped Eloisa on the shoulder. She struggled to her feet, 
stepped forward with her Spokesman, then dropped to her knees at Vladik's feet. 
There was the normal question from Vladik.

“Spokesman, are there any restrictions concerning the punishment of this criminal 
that I need to be advised about?”

“Yes, Officer, today there is a restriction concerning the punishment of this 
criminal.”

“What is that restriction, Spokesman?”

“The court has ruled that you will punish this criminal as a minor, in accordance 
with a precedent set in 1964 with the sentence of Criminal # 52298 and her five 
companions. The court has ordered that you are limited to delivering 25 strokes 
instead of the normal 50.”

“Very well, Spokesman, I will comply with the restriction.”

With that the two men saluted each other and Vladik tapped Eloisa on the 
shoulder. The exchange had been a formality, because Vladik already was aware 
of the ruling. Still, the court records needed to document that Vladik Dukov 
understood he was to give only 25 strokes and why. The same exchange would be 
recorded for each criminal in Eloisa's group, in each of the two punishment 
rooms.

Eloisa leaned forward and kissed Vladik's shoes. Again he tapped her shoulder 
with the switch.

“Criminal # 92870, rise and present yourself at the table.”

Eloisa stood up and for the last time in her life extended herself across the 
switching table. Vladik's partner secured her wrists and ankles with leather straps, 
then buckled the strap around her waist. Eloisa was immobilized and ready to 
receive her second switching from Officer Vladik Dukov.

Vladik Dukov tapped Eloisa's bottom with his switch and quickly struck her with 
a sharp, painful blow. He was not hitting her as hard as the law permitted. 
However, he had to strike her hard enough to leave a clear mark, or the sentencing 
judge could not count the stroke when he presented Eloisa's bottom to have her 
punishment certificate signed. Eloisa would have to have 25 clear switch-marks 
on her body for her switching to meet the minimum legal standard. This was, 
after-all, real punishment, not a formality. Eloisa understood that, and held no 
resentment against Vladik for hurting her. She knew that he was trying his best to 
keep her suffering to a minimum.

Eloisa gasped and tears ran down her cheeks as Officer Vladik Dukov laid one 
painful stroke after another on her exposed bottom. She was determined not to 
cry, however, during this final punishment of her sentence. Vladik tried to 
accommodate Eloisa's effort not to cry by moving as quickly as possible through 
the 25 strokes. He tapped Eloisa's bottom, laid a red stripe, tapped her again, and 
struck again. He was done within 10 minutes. Eloisa maintained her dignity and 
managed to stay quiet during her ordeal.

Vladik and his partner quickly undid Eloisa's straps and she struggled to stand up. 
A bit uneasy on her feet and her cheeks streaked with tears, Eloisa allowed Vladik 
and his partner to take her arms and present her backside to the judge. The judge 
counted 25 red welts on her bottom, and signed her final punishment certificate. 
Eloisa then approached Vladik and her Spokesman, and knelt to kiss the officer's 
shoes. There was a salute, and that was it. Eloisa was released back into the 
custody of Spokesman Havlakt, never to be punished again.

Eloisa left the room and struggled to walk upstairs. The pain from the strokes had 
actually increased a bit, but that was normal. She walked into the reception area of 
her Spokesman's office and past his secretary. The secretary put her hand on a 
recovery table, but Eloisa shook her head. She didn't need a recovery table. What 
she needed was to be alone for a while. The secretary nodded and opened the door 
to the Spokesman's back office.

“The others will be looking for me. Please tell them where I am, but not to bother 
me. I need…really need…not to be bothered.”

Eloisa entered her Spokesman's main office and closed and locked his door. She 
was alone, as she wanted, but was unsure what to do next. She walked to the 
window and looked out onto the street below. The trees were leafing out and 
people were walking around in the warm spring sunshine. Some of the younger 
women were wearing a new style of sun-dress that recently had come into fashion 
and that Eloisa really liked. She was hoping the style would still be popular in 
July, because a new summer dress was one of the first indulgences she wanted for 
herself once her sentence ended.

It's over…thought Eloisa to herself. This is finally over; at least the dread of the 
physical punishments was over. The only part of her sentence left was the waiting 
until July 2, and then, freedom. Eloisa knew that sometimes criminals looked 
back at the final part of their sentences, the weeks between the final switching and 
actual freedom, as the happiest time of their lives. The anticipation of freedom is 
very present in their minds, with none of the disappointments and hardships that 
invariably accompany a person's ability to exercise free will. Eloisa would have to 
be careful with her impending freedom, and was well aware of that fact.

Ever since her first year in high school, Eloisa's life had been one of personal 
hardship and psychological torment. In some ways her sentence had been far 
easier on her than the four years that had preceded. Her mind had suffered and her 
body had suffered. Suffering was what defined Eloisa; it was what made her who 
she was. She expected to suffer, and actually was somewhat frightened of having 
to live a life in which the only suffering she endured would be the torment of her 
own memories and her guilt. Maybe she could someday break free from all that, 
maybe she couldn't.

The searing pain coming from Eloisa's bottom continued to torment her. This had 
been by far the most lenient punishment she had received, but for some reason 
today she felt that day's welts more than she had felt any of the other switchings. 
She walked over to her Spokesman's full-length mirror and sadly studied the red 
lines marking her pale skin. For a long time she stared blankly at the carpeting at 
the foot of her Spokesman's desk, as the anguish inside her soul rose to the 
surface. Eloisa could feel it, rising from her gut to her chest, from her chest to her 
throat, that unbelievable torment embedded in her soul.

I'm damaged, and I don't see how I can be fixed. Eloisa used the Danubian word 
"poganachoa” to describe herself, which meant "broken beyond repair." What if 
that was true?

The memories came back, full force. All those horrible things that teacher made 
her do...and those pictures. And on top of all that, an unfair sentence that dragged 
her friends, and even some students who barely knew her, into her 
problems…How could she ever find peace after all that had happened to her? 
Over and over she repeated the damning phrase from her life...

"Ya dek poganachoa! Ya dek poganachoa! Ya dek poganachoa!" 

Eloisa began crying. After all these years, she needed to cry. Not cry from the 
pain of a sore bottom, but cry from the pain of her experiences in life. She sank to 
her knees and rested her elbows on one of the office chairs, burying her face in 
her hands. The young criminal's entire body heaved with sobs. She had been 
brave; she had done everything possible to live as honorably as she could, given 
her circumstances. She had repaid the society that had so cruelly mistreated her 
with kindness and the gift of her music. She had fulfilled her social duty to the 
friends who had sacrificed for her by becoming successful and making many of 
them successful. Now however, there was one thing that Eloisa needed. She 
sobbed on and on, louder than she had ever cried before. She had seven years of 
intense pain built up in her soul, and finally it had to come out.

By the time Eloisa started crying and making such a scandal in the office, all of 
the group's women had finished with their switchings. The women had prepared 
some tea and were nursing the welts on their bottoms. They were extremely 
upbeat, due to their relatively mild punishments and the knowledge they now 
were done with the physical portion of their sentence. However, their good mood 
was disturbed by the sounds coming from the other side of their Spokesman's 
door. The seven young women clustered around and became increasingly worried 
about what was happening on the other side.

Eloisa was confident the thick wooden door of her Spokesman's inner office 
would muffle the sound of her crying. Normally it would have, but she was crying 
so loudly that her fellow ex-classmates could hear her quite clearly in the outer 
office. They heard her screaming “Ya dek poganachoa”, but none of them could 
understand why she would be saying that. The crying went on and on, continuing 
as the six male students from the first punishment group came up the stairs to join 
their eight female classmates.

Several members of the group debated getting the key from Spokesman Havlakt 
and opening the door. It was Spokesman Havlakt who came up with one final 
important detail to that plan.

“If you really want to disturb Eloisa, then you need to call Kimberly Lee and have 
her go into that office by herself. She knows Eloisa better than any of the rest of 
you, and I think she's the only one who can get her to calm down.”

The others immediately jumped on the idea of having Kim try to talk to Eloisa, 
since it was true Kim was much closer to Eloisa than anyone else in the group. 
One of the group's back-up singers made a quick call to the music store. 

Kim excused herself from work and sped to the Central Police Station on her 
bicycle, arriving within five minutes. She darted up the stairs to the complex's top 
floor and the Spokespersons' office area. She entered the office, took the key from 
Spokesman Havlakt and eased the door open. She found Eloisa lying on her 
stomach on the floor, her body still jerking with sobs. 

Kim was reluctant to disturb her friend, knowing that Eloisa needed the emotional 
release she was experiencing. At the same time, Kim suspected Eloisa also needed 
comforting.  She knelt next to her friend and laid a hand on her shoulder. Eloisa 
continued to sob. While their other friends were baffled by the statement “I'm 
damaged beyond repair,” Kim did understand what Eloisa was saying. She 
addressed her friend in Danubian.

“Tebe negat…Eloisa. Tebe negat poganachoa…”

Kim tried to fill her friend with hope, with the idea that she could, and would, get 
past everything that had happened to her over that last seven years. She helped 
Eloisa stand up. Eloisa, still sobbing, hugged Kim tight, almost intimately, to the 
point the American felt a bit uncomfortable. Kim felt Eloisa's naked body pressed 
tightly against her own, her companion’s breasts flattening against her chest. 
Eloisa pressed her head on Kim's shoulder, which quickly became wet from her 
friend's tears and saliva. Kim said nothing more…she just held Eloisa for a very 
long time while the other women and Spokesman Havlakt watched nervously 
through the doorway. Eloisa sobbed and tried to speak.

“I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”

“There's nothing for you to be sorry for! You didn't do anything wrong! I want 
you to understand that! You didn't do anything wrong! Do you think so many 
people would have stood by you if you had?”

Eloisa stopped sobbing, but she continued to hug her friend tightly and cry 
quietly. She looked up at the doorway at the collection of concerned faces. 

At that moment Eloisa realized how lucky she truly was to have such loyal 
friends. She realized she had one final debt to pay to them, and to herself. She had 
to put her awful memories behind her. She had to move forward and begin 
changing, to find something else to define her besides her past suffering. She 
would have to find happiness, or at least come to terms with herself and find inner 
peace. Eloisa admonished herself. If Tuko's crazy policewoman girlfriend could 
change, put her torments behind her, and find inner peace, certainly Eloisa could.

Eloisa was leaning hard on Kim, in a manner that made the American realize she 
was completely exhausted. She guided Eloisa to the Spokesman's sofa, which was 
covered with a clean linen cover to accommodate the office's naked clients. For a 
long time Kim held Eloisa, until the group's lead singer went to sleep. 

Kim finally eased herself out from under her friend and gently laid her down. She 
would have wanted to cover Eloisa, but she knew that was prohibited. In theory a 
criminal was not allowed to use bed covers at all, but of course at home no one 
bothered to enforce that rule. In a public office however, the rule about no covers 
had to be obeyed.

Kim studied her friend’s lovely bare figure and sleeping face. Asleep, Eloisa's 
face looked peaceful, free from the tormented expression she often carried with 
her when she was awake. 

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Tuko was among the guys being switched in the second group. His turn was right 
after Sergekt, so he watched Sergekt's punishment with deep interest. Tuko's 
emotions were in turmoil. He was happy this was his final switching and that the 
punishment had been cut in half. He also was happy about the new restrictions 
and not having to be humiliated once again in front of the students of his ex-high 
school. No more being forced to kneel spread and on full display to hundreds of 
jeering female spectators, no medical students shoving their fingers up his bottom, 
no forced erections, no male cops fondling and squeezing his testicles. However, 
it was precisely because the severity and much of the nastiness had been deleted 
from the corporal punishment he faced, that Tuko saw eroticism in what was 
happening to the seven young men in the punishment room.

A middle-aged female cop saluted Spokesman Havlakt and asked the usual 
question if there were any special conditions she needed to be aware of before 
punishing Sergekt. As he already responded 11 times, the Spokesman answered 
yes and cited the 1964 case and provisional ruling. Sergekt kissed the cop's shoes 
and went over the punishment table.

The punishment for Sergekt was an unpleasant experience, but in comparison 
with what he had endured previously, it was quite mild. He had not been groped, 
he had not been kicked, and his shoulders were not covered with welts before his 
formal switching began. He had not been forced to march down the street in 
chains, nor forced to stand on a stage with his erect penis on display to a shouting 
audience. All he had to do was face about 15 minutes of intense pain, and then it 
would be over…this three-year nightmare would be over. Sergekt held his breath 
and winced each time the switch made contact with his bottom. He gasped 
between strokes and sweat trickled down his face, but he never was in any danger 
of crying.

As Tuko studied the growing collection of red lines on his friend's spread bottom, 
he felt increasingly aroused. The detail that most got to him was the sight of 
Sergekt's testicles and exposed bottom-hole, on full display to his tormentor and 
to everyone else in the back of the room. His girlfriend Malka used to do 
this…she used to have guys strapped down and spread, naked and completely 
defenseless. She punished without mercy. Tuko suddenly developed a guilty 
fantasy. He imagined that he was strapped to the table instead of Sergekt and that 
the cop was Malka. He fantasized that Malka was about to punish him.

Sergekt's punishment was over just as Tuko's fantasy was getting under way. His 
penis had stiffened somewhat, a detail that caught the attention of everyone 
remaining in the room. Sergekt gave his friend a perplexed look as he nursed his 
marked bottom and walked out of the room.

It was Tuko's turn. He relished the preliminaries of his punishment, the kneeling, 
the kissing of the cop's shoes, the getting up and lying across the punishment 
table. All that time he was imagining that it was Malka who was wielding the 
switch. 

The female cop lined up her switch on Tuko's bottom, but she did not strike right 
away. She saw quite clearly that this criminal was sexually excited. She would not 
have fondled him even if she had been allowed to, but she did rub the switch over 
his bottom to raise his anticipation. As he felt the cruel hard strip of leather 
momentarily caress his bottom, Tuko's became even more aroused. By now his 
penis was quite hard, as he closed his eyes and imagined that it was his beloved 
Malka who was about flog him. He relaxed his bottom and tried to shift it out, 
wanting to expose it even more to the woman in the uniform.

The cop was fascinated by the criminal's display of arousal. Very well, young 
man, if it's a severe punishment you want, than that's what you'll get, she thought 
to herself. The cop pulled her arm back and struck Tuko full-force. The stroke 
landed in the sensitive lower part of Tuko's bottom, just slightly above the crease 
that separated his bottom-cheeks from his upper thighs. Tuko gritted his teeth as 
the pain seared into him, but the fantasy that it was Malka who was punishing him 
bore into his brain even more. He wanted to surrender himself to her, to have her 
completely control him.

The cop struck again, a second cruel line of pain placed immediately above the 
first one. Again Tuko gasped, all the time imagining that it was Malka, wearing 
her police uniform and her cruel smile, who was tormenting him. He imagined a 
full punishment of 50 strokes, laid on his bottom so hard that she would be forced 
to finish on his thighs and back.

The cop rubbed Tuko's bottom with the switch, touched it across the spot she 
planned to strike next, and struck precisely where she indicated. Again Tuko 
gritted his teeth and gasped, but the gasp was not entirely from the pain. A third 
thin reddish line took its place right above the first two.

Tuko's punishment took nearly twice as long as the switchings of his companions, 
almost half an hour. The cop was determined to see how far she could push the 
criminal while limited to 25 strokes, curious to see if full-force strokes would 
break his arousal. Rarely had she encountered a criminal who actually was 
aroused during punishment, and of the few who started out aroused, most quickly 
snapped out of it once the first strokes started landing. This criminal was 
different. He seemed to become more aroused, not less, as the pain mounted in his 
bottom. The cop had no way of knowing this young man was the disgraced Malka 
Chorno's boyfriend and that he was imagining it was own lover who was beating 
him instead of a stranger.

Tuko was shaking and covered in sweat when the cop finally finished with him. 
His bottom was severely marked; clearly showing the difference between stroke 
laid at the minimum legal force the others had received, and the maximum legal 
force. The cop and her partner unbuckled Tuko and he stood up, his penis fully 
erect and bobbing slightly.

The cop and her partner grabbed Tuko's arms and presented his backside to the 
judge. Tuko's bottom was badly marked up and there was no question his 
punishment was valid. The judge, however, was more concerned about Tuko's 
sexual arousal.

“Turn that criminal around.”

The two cops complied, forcing Tuko to face the judge with his erection pointing 
straight at him. The judge gave Tuko an annoyed look.

“Young man, you will explain to this court this indecency. Whatever is in your 
head, I expect to hear it.”

Tuko stammered “Y…your honor…My girl…girlfriend used to be a…a cop…and 
I…I had this fantasy.”

“You're Ex-Officer Malka Chorno's boyfriend?”

“Yes…yes your honor.”

“Then maybe, once she finds out about your disgraceful behavior, she'll use some 
of her old punishment skills on you, which obviously you clearly need. In the 
meantime, you will stand next to the bench in the prisoner's stance, facing the rest 
of the room. You will stay in that position until that disgusting erection is gone.”

Having to stand with his hands behind his head, with his legs spread and his 
bottom throbbing, seemed only to accentuate Tuko's state of intense arousal. He 
stood quietly, with his knees shaking and his penis continuing to bob up and 
down. In the meantime, the group's final criminal, Dima, was strapped to the table 
and punished. The cop had exhausted most of her remaining energy punishing 
Tuko and was in no mood to exert herself on the group's leader. Dima, after 
having been the most harshly punished criminal in the group during all of the 
previous switchings, today received the lightest punishment. The marks barely 
met the minimum legal standard and the he did not even have any tears in his eyes 
when his punishment ended.

Tuko remained standing in the criminal's stance after Dima was released and left 
the room. Right after that, to Tuko's horror, his girlfriend Malka entered, having 
been summoned by one of the judge's assistants. Malka took a quick look at her 
boyfriend before dropping to her knees and touching the floor with her forehead. 

The judge ordered Malka to stand. She stood crisply at attention, in exactly the 
same way she had been taught to stand when she was still a cop. The difference, 
of course, was that now she was completely naked except for her collar and her 
police belt. The judge addressed her.

“I expect you to teach this young man some manners. He seems to have a fantasy 
about you punishing him, and because of that fantasy, he disgraced himself in 
court today. What I expect is for you to turn his little fantasy into reality. He only 
has two months left on his sentence. During that time I expect you to make sure 
he's properly disciplined.”

Malka gave Tuko another quick look.

“Yes, your honor, I'll make sure he is properly disciplined. I'll need to borrow a 
switch.”

“I'll have the old one from your uniform given back to you as soon as we adjourn. 
Keep in mind you may only use that switch to comply with my order. You are not 
to use it for any other purpose.”

“Yes, your honor.”

A few minutes later Malka and Tuko left the punishment room together. Malka 
was holding Tuko's hand with one hand and carrying her switch with the other. 
The naked couple made a rather odd sight as they walked to the Socrates Club, 
Malka with her switch and Tuko with his welt-covered bottom. By this time his 
hard-on finally had subsided, but the combination of fear and intense sexual 
arousal still was very much present in Tuko's mind. 

They entered Malka's gym, which was empty at the time. Malka's first exercise 
class of the day had passed and her martial-arts class was not scheduled to begin 
for another hour. Malka ordered Tuko to assume the prisoner's stance in the 
middle of the exercise area. She then gently caressed his penis and testicles with 
the tip of the leather switch. He went hard immediately.

“Very well, Tuko. I love you, but the judge is right. You do need discipline. I've 
thought about that for a while and wanted to bring it up with you, but now the 
judge has done that for me. Having an erection in court, and then saying it was my 
fault! What on earth were you thinking?”

“I…I was fantasizing that it was you who was punishing me, Malka. I don't know 
why, but I kept imagining you instead of that other cop.”

“Well, whether you like it or not, it's no longer a fantasy. As soon as your welts 
heal, I'm going to punish you again, and punish you for real. In the meantime I 
want you to keep shaving.” She tapped the cleanly shaved area right above his 
penis with the switch. “Since I need to discipline you, I expect you to be properly 
shaved at all times. Now lie on the floor on your back.”

Tuko complied, wincing as his welts pressed on an exercise mat. Malka knelt 
beside him and took his erect penis in her hand.

“You really are a bad boy. I don't think any of us realized how bad you are until 
today. Well, I plan to fix that.” She gently massaged his penis and caressed his 
testicles. “So, Tuko, do you think you're a bad boy?”

“Yes, Malka, I'm bad.”

“That's right Tuko, and bad boys need discipline.”

Malka straddled Tuko and lowered herself onto his penis. She gasped and moved 
on top of him as she climaxed. The thought of punishing her young lover, 
precisely at the moment she felt him inside her, drove Malka wild with sexual 
desire.

As Malka's weight pressed his welts hard against the floor, Tuko's excitement 
mounted. The fear and anticipation of being punished by her took control of 
Tuko's soul. He relived his half-hour bent over the switching table, feeling both 
intense pain and intense arousal. Tuko no longer was fantasizing. He would be 
strictly disciplined as soon as his welts healed. He suspected he would spend most 
of the rest of his sentence with his bottom constantly healing from the latest set of 
welts from Malka's switch. That thought, combined with the intense pain from his 
bottom and the intense pleasure from the feel of being inside his future 
disciplinarian, drove Tuko to have the best orgasm of his life. The moans and 
gasps of the two lovers filled the gym, as did the intense smell from their sexual 
excitement and their sweat. Malka definitely would have to air-out before her next 
class.

Malka, however, was not finished. Her strong sexual drive demanded yet more 
satisfaction, plus she needed to establish her dominance over Tuko. She rolled on 
her back and spread her legs.

“Tuko, I'm a mess. You need to clean me up before my next class. Start licking. 
I'll tell you when you can stop.”

Tuko studied Malka's shiny vagina and the pubic hair surrounding it, which had 
partially grown back since her last punishment. He had to clean both his own 
orgasm and Malka's orgasm off of her skin and surrounding hair, using his 
tongue. He had no choice but to submit. He had brought this on himself.

Tuko licked the area around Malka's labia first, trying to clean her up as best he 
could. He was somewhat disgusted by the taste of the combined orgasms, but at 
the same time excited by being forced to follow his lover's commands. He moved 
his face between her legs and gently licked around her vagina. Malka was getting 
wet again, so Tuko moved to her clitoris and began gently massaging it with the 
tip of his tongue. Malka involuntarily shuddered with anticipation. She began to 
sweat, a sign she was about to climax. Tuko became excited as well, his active sex 
drive having recovered from his most recent coupling. He moved over Malka, 
who complied by raising her legs. He entered her and thrust hard, the pain from 
the welts in his bottom somehow giving him that extra edge. Once again the gym 
filled with the sounds of the two lovers and the strong smell of their sex. Tuko 
kissed the ex-cop, smearing some of the remains from the previous orgasm on her 
face.

The two finally recovered from their second round of orgasms, only for Malka to 
realize that her martial arts class started in within 10 minutes. Malka dashed out 
the door to the main building of the Socrates Club to take a shower, leaving orders 
with her boyfriend to clean up the mats and try to air out the gym. Tuko complied, 
opening the windows and wiping down the exercise mat. He picked up Malka's 
switch and set it on her worktable. Tuko's hands trembled as he touched the black 
leather handle. He knew he would be seeing, and feeling, a lot of that switch over 
the next two months.

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Eloisa recovered during the afternoon in her Spokesman's office. Finally she got 
up with a new resolve. She had to face her fears and overcome them. She would 
go to the Socrates Club tonight, try to re-live what happened to her, and try to 
repair herself. Within two months she would have her freedom back, and she felt 
an urgent need to be ready to face the challenges of being a normal citizen.

That night, with all 27 of her high school friends present, along with Kimberly 
Lee and the group's miscellaneous girlfriends, boyfriends, and fiancées, Eloisa 
stood on the stage of the Socrates Club to talk. She discussed her thoughts about 
being damaged beyond repair and openly speculated whether or not she could 
ever lead a normal life. There was hope, however.

“For the first time in my life, I feel there is some hope. Maybe someday I can find 
happiness. I didn't think it could happen, but I now I believe it's possible. I want to 
say one more thing. The only reason there is even hope in my life is because 
you…” she turned to face her friends at the table, “…were there for me. The 
ancients chose to inflict suffering on my body and my soul. However, they also 
gave me the friendships that I needed to survive my ordeal. And they gave me one 
special person…the one man in this city who could understand me…who fought 
for me…who has waited…” 

Eloisa broke down crying. Her boyfriend approached the stage and took her hand. 
She collapsed in his arms, as the rest of the club sat in respectful silence. They left 
the stage, with Dima expecting to take her back to her seat at the group's table. 
However, a strange resolve had built up in Eloisa. After four years of knowing 
him, she wanted to try having sex with her boyfriend. It would be the most 
difficult thing Eloisa would do in her life, but she had to break through that 
barrier. For some reason she couldn't understand, she felt that tonight was the one 
night she might succeed in re-claiming that portion of her life. She quietly took 
Dima aside and asked him to take her upstairs. 

He reacted with doubt and fear…what if this didn't work? What if…? But perhaps 
she knew something he didn't. Perhaps this was the one opportunity to break 
through her psychological wall of horrific memories and internal torment. So, to 
the amazement of their friends, the couple slipped through the back door of the 
main hall and headed for the stairs. Their hearts pounding, they found an 
unoccupied intimacy room. They slipped inside, but suddenly Eloisa's resolve 
began to falter. She didn't know what to do next, being totally fearful of being 
hugged sexually.

Dima figured out how they needed to approach breaking through the sexual 
barrier. He couldn't take her. The moment he held onto her in a sexual manner she 
would start having flashbacks. She would have to take him, go at her own pace, 
and stop where and when she needed to.

“Eloisa, I am going to lie on the bed. You're going to get on top of me. That's the 
one thing he didn't make you do, is that right?”

“I…I was never on top.”

“Then that's how we'll do it, me underneath and you on top. You will be in 
control. I will do whatever you tell me to do. Take your time. There's no rush. 
And if you can't…well, we'll try again later on.”

Dima lay on the bed on his back. Eloisa nerved herself to approach the bed and 
sat down next to him. She started moving her hands over his, and then ventured to 
massage his chest. Eloisa nervously moved her hands to the area right above his 
penis, exploring the shaved spot where his pubic hair had been a couple of days 
before. She took a deep breath and touched his inner thighs, looking intently at his 
penis and testicles. She had seen his body on a daily basis for nearly three years, 
but never this close and never from below. Finally curiosity overcame fear, and 
Eloisa began exploring her lover's most intimate regions with her fingertips. 

The reaction was immediate; he became hard right away. She had touched 
him…there…and not recoiled in horror. Eloisa's heart raced as she ran her fingers 
up and down his stiffening penis. She was fascinated by the change, never having 
seen her boyfriend have an erection before. So far…so good…no flashbacks.

“What…What do I do now?”

“There's a tube of gel in the dresser drawer. Hand it to me.”

Eloisa complied, and watched as her boyfriend dabbed the end of his penis with 
lubricant.

“I'm ready. The rest is up to you.”

Eloisa clumsily positioned herself over him, trying to line up her vagina and his 
penis. It was a bit difficult, and he had to help guide himself inside her. The 
experience for Eloisa was not altogether pleasant, because no one had entered her 
for nearly four years and her muscles were tight. Her vagina hurt as the flesh was 
forced to open up, but she knew that particular pain would only be one time. The 
next time would be better, and less painful. 

In spite of her lack of an orgasm, Eloisa was not disappointed at all. Quite to the 
contrary, an immense happiness swept through her as she felt her lover pulsating 
inside her. She was able to concentrate on the sensations of the moment, not on 
what had happened to her four years before. Because the position her fiancée had 
chosen there was nothing to associate her current efforts to have sex with 
anything that had happened to her in the past. The experience was far from 
perfect, but they had done it! They had managed to make love!

Eloisa's healing process began in earnest three nights later, when once again she 
straddled Dima. By the second time she had lost some of her fear and was much 
less tense. She moved more naturally on top of her lover, more relaxed and 
feeling more pleasure from his body. Finally her own body opened up. For the 
first time in six years she had an orgasm, a release of pent-up sexual tension. As 
she gasped and squeaked on top of her lover, Eloisa's body experienced sensations 
she had not experienced since she was 14, since the day before her teacher took 
the first pictures of her as a teenager.

The long-suffering lead singer of “Socrates' Mistresses” lay next to her lover once 
they were done. She caressed his hand and held it to her chest as hope rose in her 
soul. Maybe I'm not broken beyond repair after-all, she thought to herself.

