Year 2012 (F/M)

By OTKFME@comcast.net

This story is set in the future, so it is a fictional story.  All
of the usual disclaimers apply.

Year 2012

In the year 2012, society has drastically changed.  Women are now
in control of everything, and the men serve the women.  It is a
gentler society, but the men still need to be disciplined on a
regular basis to keep them in their place. Although most of the
women do spank their husbands, this new society set an unique
system of correction to keep the men in line.  For every 500 men
living in a town or city, there was a "House of Correction". 
This is where the punishments were given to the men.  After a man
received 6 or 12 demerits, he needed to report to the "House of
Correction" to receive his punishment.  A demerit was received
when a man was disrespectful to a woman, hit a woman, or if he
showed off his male ego.  Each man had an implanted chip that
allowed any woman to identify the man by a special number.  Once
the woman had this number, she could add a demerit to his account
using a small handheld device that also worked as a telephone. 
On the man's telephone, he had a constant read out of how many
demerits he had.  This is a story, from one man's point of view,
of what happened once one man received his 12 demerits.

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I had just finished my day job when I looked at my portable phone
and noticed that I was up to 12 demerits.  So I called my wife to
tell her that I would be late getting home from work because I
had to stop at a "House of Correction", since I had 12 demerits.
If I didn't call her and just showed up late, I would probably
receive another demerit.  This was a fairly new program that had
just started about six months ago, so I wasn't sure what to
expect.  This was also the first time that I had received 12
demerits, since I was trying my best to respect all of the women
around me.

I went to a nearby "House of Correction", and walked up to the
receptionist's desk.  She pulled up my file on the computer, and
then had me sign a piece of paper stating that I had acknowledged
my demerits, and that I would submit to my punishment.  I was
also given a copy of the paper, for my own records, and it also
listed why I had received each demerit.  I was told to sit down
and soon my punishment would begin.

I was reading a magazine when a perky young woman came up to me
and said, "Hi, my name is Cindy.  You must be Clyde 17416, please
follow me so that I can prepare you for your punishment".  So I
laid down the magazine and followed her down a hallway into a
room called "Preparation Room #2".  Inside the room were some
lockers, paddles were hanging from the walls, and there was a
rope which hang down from the center of the ceiling which had two
wrist cuffs attached to it.  "Clyde, I see by your records that
this is the first time you have been to a "House of Correction".
You are to speak only when spoken to, and be sure to follow any
command given to you, otherwise your punishment will be more
severe.  I will explain things as we go along, but first, stand
in the middle of the room and take off your shirt and
undershirt."  So I walked to the middle of the room and off went
my shirt and undershirt, so I was bare chested.  Then Cindy
lowered the rope from the ceiling and secured my wrists into the
cuffs.  The rope was raised again, and now my arms were raised
above my head.

"This is the part I enjoy about my job", Cindy said.  "I am going
to strip you naked for your punishment.  Please do not put up any
resistance."  First Cindy took off one shoe and sock, then the
other shoe and sock, and then she was undoing my belt, unzipping
my slacks, and pulling them off my body.  All I had left on were
my underpants.  After she had neatly folded my slacks, she put
her fingers into the waistband of my underpants, and soon they
slid off my body. Now I was standing naked in front of this young
woman, with my hands high above my head.  Of course I had an
erection, and I was sure that Cindy had noticed it.

"Spread your legs as far as you can", was Cindy's next order. 
Once my legs were spread, she attached ankle cuffs and a spreader
bar, so that my legs stayed spread apart.  "This next step is how
we identify you while you are our guest."  She showed me a
plastic ring that could be adjusted for size, and it had a small
card on it that read Clyde 17416.  "Be sure to stand still while
I attach it to you."  Then to my surprise, she grabbed my penis,
and slid the plastic ring so that it went around the base of my
penis.  She had also grabbed my balls so that they too were
inside this plastic ring.  Then she went in back of me.

"Does your wife spank you?" Cindy asked.

"Yes she does", I replied,

"Well, you bottom looks like it hasn't been spanked for a while,
so let me add some color to it."  Cindy said.  I heard her walk
across the room and grab some paddles, and then she started to
spank me.  At first the swats were gentle, and then they became
harder and harder.  After about 50 swats, she hung up the paddles
and came around front of me again.  She grabbed a hold of my
erection and said, "That ends my preparation of you for your
punishment.  You will next receive at least 12 stokes of the
cane, in another room by another person It has been nice working
with you.  Remember to obey our every command."

Cindy left the room and in a few minutes a middle-aged woman came
in.  She immediately grabbed my penis and read the card that was
attached to the base of my penis.  "My name is Nancy", she said.
"I will give you your 12 strokes of the cane.  Once I let you
down from here, follow me into the next room and don't say a
word."  So Nancy first undid my ankles, then the rope was
lowered, and she unattached my wrists.  We walked down the
hallway to a door labeled "Punishment Room #3".    Nancy opened
the door for me and inside the room was a wooden bench with
straps on it, and there were canes hanging from the walls.

"Clyde, bend over the bench so that I can secure you to it",
Nancy said.  After I had leaned over the bench, she first secured
my wrists.  They were secured near the floor on the legs of the
spanking bench.  Then a strap was secured around my waist, so
that I would be unable to rise up from my bent over position. 
Nancy now went behind me and said, "Spread your legs for me".
Anklets were put on me and they were secured to the legs of the
bench.  Also, straps were attached to my thighs, right above the
knee.  Then I felt here hands on my bottom.  "I see Cindy warmed
up your bottom very nicely.  Is this the first time at a "House
of Correction"?

"I was at another "House of Correction" for six demerits", I
said.

"Well, you will receive 12 strokes of the cane from me.  I want
you to count them out loud, and if you forget to count, that
stroke will be delivered again.  Do you understand?"

"Yes I do", I said.

"Good, then lets get this over with."  There was a slight pause,
and then I heard a whistle and it felt like a hundred bees had
stung me in a straight line.

I yelled out, "OUCH".

"I didn't hear you count number one, so that stroke will be given
again.  I know it really hurts, but be sure and count."  Nancy
said.  "Here comes number one again".

I heard the whistle and the sting of the cane again, and said,
"One".

"That's good, Clyde.  Here comes number two."  Nancy said.

I did very well in counting each stroke until I had my tenth
stroke.  My bottom felt like it was on fire and I asked Nancy,
"Can't you stop at ten.  I have learned my lesson."

To my surprise, Nancy replied, "The rules are that you are only
to speak when spoken to.  For that infraction, another stroke
will be added.  Here comes three more strokes".  So I had to
endure the three more strokes of the cane.  I was real good and
counted in one.  Nancy hung up the canes and then I felt here
hands feeling the 14 welts on my poor bottom.  "You will feel
this punishment for at least a week or two.  Cindy will come back
here to give you your clothes and to unstrap you from the bench.
I hope you can stay away from here for a while".

I heard the door shut, and then there was silence.  I felt the
burning of my bottom and wondered when I would be allowed to get
dressed and go home again. The door opened again and I felt hands
on my bottom again.  "I see you got 14 strokes of the cane. 
Nancy does a nice job; they are spaced so evenly.  I will unstrap
you from the bench, then I want you to face me with your hands at
your sides".  Once I was released from the bench, I really wanted
to rub my sore bottom, but I stood and faced Cindy with my hands
at my sides.  "Spread your legs again, and I will take off your
identification card".  Cindy reached for my penis and soon
released the plastic band from around my penis.  "The cane must
have been very painful for you, because you no longer have an
erection." She next handed me my clothes and said, "That takes
care of your punishment for today.  You have been a very
submissive male to work on.  I hope that I will see you again,
someday".

After that punishment, I wasn't looking forward to going to the
"House of Punishment" for another 12 demerits.  But I knew there
would be many more visits by me.  I will have to concentrate on
being a good boy and respecting women.








