New Technology and Government F/M

This story is set in the future in the United States.  However,
it could happen anyplace in the world with the new changes in
technology and governments.

In the future, cameras will be everywhere.  With the new video
technology, you are now able to see the person you are talking
to.  Even our cars have cameras in them.  Wireless Internet is
now in every home.  Everywhere you have a computer or phone or
cell phone; there is a microphone and camera that is attached to
it.

But this technology works in two ways.  Not only does it allow us
to view the insides of our house when we are away, but it also
allows the government to spy on us.  Since every house is now
always connected to the Internet, the government can listen and
watch what we do.  Also, after 911, the President and congress
were given a lot more power.  So slowly, the government started
to look and listen to our every move.

Then there was a dramatic change in government.  It went from an
all men's club to where more and more women held important seats
in government and in congress.  It changed from a 20/80 to 50/50
percentage of men and women in government.  But to everyone's
surprise, during the last election, there are now a 40/60
percentage of men and women in government.  Also, the United
States now have elected a woman for President and a woman for
Vice-President.

It has changed the way we treat other countries and our ethics in
world government.  Now we are, at last, taking care of nature and
mother earth.  Also, human rights have now become a worldwide
issue.  Because of the shift in power to women in government,
women no longer will tolerate being "put down" by the men in
their lives.  A woman now can file a complaint about a man, and
with all of the cameras and microphones at both the home and
office, law enforcement can easily determine if the woman has a
solid case against a man for harassment or any other offence. 
Also, since men granted the President so much power since 911,
all of this surveillance is both legal and easily accomplished.

Because of the vast amount of complaints against men and the
resulting charges that were filed, a new system had to be set up.
 Since most of the men pleaded guilty once they were shown the
videos of their transgressions, the women who ruled government
started new correctional centers just for men.  The procedure
followed this way.  At first a complaint was made by a woman or
many women about a man.  Law enforcement would then intercept
audio and video from where the man worked, his home, and even his
car.  A panel of three men and women would review all of this
video.  If they found enough evidence against the man, then he
would receive a letter to report to a correctional center.  These
centers were set up just to handle crimes against women by men. 
They mainly handled sexual harassment in its various forms .

One day when I came home from work, there was an electronic
letter that showed up on my video screen.  Instead of reporting
for work the next morning, I was to report to a specific
correctional center in the morning.  I was a single guy in my
late twenties, and I couldn't figure out why a woman would file a
complaint against me.  I thought it was probably a mistake, and I
would clear my name once I reported to the correctional facility.

When I reported to the facility the next morning, it was a very
pleasant looking building and I reported to the information desk.
The clerk looked up my name and sent me to the third floor
waiting area.  I was given a file of papers that I was to give to
the third floor receptionist.  I took the elevator to the third
floor and the elevator had nice soothing music in it and gorgeous
posters of the great outdoors.  The women in power have really
changed our mother earth and the environment.

When I got off the elevator, it looked like a reception area for
a doctor or dentist's office.  There were many chairs and tables
with electronic pads so that you could read various magazines and
newspapers.  To save the trees and papers, we now used electronic
pads for reading newspapers, magazines, and watch videos.  This
way, the magazines and newspapers were always up to date and you
could also access your personal e-mail while waiting.  The pads
also had a camera, keyboard, microphone, and earplugs so that you
could send out your own messages.

I was surprised at all of the men who were already seated in the
reception area.  The receptionist had a plain white uniform on,
and I gave her my papers.  She had me sign a few more papers, and
then I was told to have a seat and wait for my turn.  As the
various men's named were called by women in a nurse's uniform,
they disappeared into the many hallways in the center.  After
about ten minutes, my name was finally called.

Jane spoke to me as we walked down the hallway.  "My name is
Jane, and I will escort you through the various events for today.
 Your first stop will be for your evaluation room where you will
see and hear the charges against you.  Depending what happens
there, will determine the events for the rest of the day."   Jane
opened a door to a room with a big video screen and seats for a
panel of six people.  Jane showed me the chair that I was to be
seated in and left the room.  A few minutes later, three men and
three women walked into the room.

One woman remained standing as the others took their seats.  "
Your name is Clyde W. Brown.  Is that correct?"  She asked.

"Yes, my name is Clyde, but I haven't done anything wrong."  I
complained.

"We will see once you watch your video.  In the last month, three
different women have complained how you have treated them and
have filed complaints.  After watching hours of surveillance of
your actions toward these women, we agree with their complaints.
We have reduced the video to five minutes showing your wrongful
actions.  Please be quiet and watch the video."

To my amazement, they caught me telling the women that they were
bitches either straight to their face or behind their back.  They
also caught me viewing porn, and various other activities where
put-downs for women.  "Women should have never been allowed to
run for office," is a comment they caught me saying.  I was
amazed at the quality of the audio and video.  Every little
comment I said after I had an encounter with a woman was
recorded.  I hadn't consciously realized that I had said those
awful things.  But I did now recall putting women down and it was
all shown before me.  I now had no defense but to plead guilty.

The video ended and the woman stood up again.  "Do you agree that
you have been disrespectful to women and have harassed them?"

"Yes I do.  I saw it with my own eyes.  I am sorry and I will
never do it again."  I said.

"To make sure you never do it again, you will now receive
punishment for your actions.  It will come in the form of several
spanking.  If you respond well to your punishments, you will be
allowed to go home; otherwise we will hold you overnight for
further punishments.  Do you understand?"

"A spanking!"  I said.  "You must be kidding!  You can't spank
me."

"Please sit down and be quiet, or else your punishment will be
more severe. We will now leave the room and Jane will escort you
to your next step in the process."  They left the room and I was
left wondering what would happen to me next.  I couldn't escape
from the room because the door was locked, so I sat down and
wondered what would happen to me.

Soon Jane opened the door and said, "Clyde. Please follow me to
your preparation room.  I will answer your questions once you are
inside the preparation room."

Jane guided me through many hallways.  I thought the building was
strange because I could see no windows and the few doors I saw
had exit alarms on them.  It seemed that I had no other choice
but to follow Jane to the preparation room.  After many hallways,
Jane stopped at a door labeled "Preparation Room 311".  Jane
opened the door and I could see about ten lockers and two wooden
benches.  It reminded me of a small locker room in an exercise
facility.

Jane reached into a closet and pulled out what looked like a
hospital gown.  "Please take off all of your clothes, including
your shoes and socks, and place them in locker number two.  Then
put on this gown so that it opens in the back.  I will wait
outside until you have changed your clothes.  When you have
changed into the gown, please knock on the door.  I will enter
and put a lock on your locker, so that all of your clothing will
be safe.  I will also answer any of your questions.  Please
change into this gown right now!"  Then Jane exited the room.

I was glad that my clothes would be locked up because I was
carrying all of my ID papers and wallet.   The gown was very thin
and barely went down to my knees.  There were also only two ties
that held the gown together.  One was on the top of the gown for
my neck, and the other one was about halfway down my back.  Once
I had the gown on, I felt very vulnerable, but I knocked on the
door and Jane walked back in.  She reached into the locker again,
and pulled out some heavy-duty small socks and gave them to me. 
They had a hard substance on one side.

"These will work as slippers for you while you are in the
facility.  Please put on the slippers and then stand up and turn
your back to me, so I can make sure you have taken off all of
your clothes.  Then I will lock your locker and I will answer
your questions.  So stand up and put your hands on your head." 
Jane said.

I stood up, put my hands on my head, and placed my back towards
Jane.  Next, I felt her hands running up my body.  "What are you
doing?"  I asked.

"I'm just making sure you took off all of your clothes.  Please
stand still or your punishment will be increased."  Jane said.

Jane was about my age, and it was sexually arousing for me to
have her hands running up and down my whole body.  She even ran
her hands up the insides of my legs until she felt my most
private areas.  I was glad that my back was towards her, because
my penis was forming a big tent in the gown.  "You can sit down
now and I will answer your questions.  And don't worry about your
reaction to my searching your body.  Most men have the same
reaction."

I quickly sat down next to Jane, and tried to hide my tent with
my hands.  "Please explain to me what my punishment will be like.
 Will you be with me while I am being punished?"  I asked.

"Since this is your first time at this correction facility, your
spankings will be relatively mild but they will make an
impression on you."  Jane said.  "They will start with a thirty
minute spanking using various paddles and spanking implements. 
Then after lunch, you will be given six strokes of the cane.  If
you speak when not asked to, or if you don't follow any of our
orders, your spankings will be more severe and last longer.  I
will escort you from room to room, but will not be in the rooms
during your spankings.  Do you have any other questions?"

"But I haven't been spanked since I was a little boy.  Is this
really necessary?"  I asked.

"Women have tested this punishment method, and have found that it
is very effective in changing a man's behavior.  All of your
punishments will be given by women on you bare ass, and you
better follow every command without hesitation or protest.  You
are allowed to talk to me right now, but you should remain silent
unless you are requested to speak.  Any other questions or
comments?"  Jane asked.

"No.  I guess I should take my punishment and get this awful
experience over with."  I said.

"Since you haven't been spanked since you were a boy, I suggest
you receive a hand spanking from me right now.  It will make your
thirty minute spanking easier to take since your bottom will be
already warmed up."  Jane said. "This will be your choice and it
won't change your punishment if you accept my spanking.  It will
also get you into a submissive role for the rest of punishment."

"Does it really help?"  I asked.

"Yes, it does help you endure your other spankings, but it is
your choice."

"Will it last long?"  I asked.

"It depends on how fast your ass turns to a nice pink color.  But
it should last less than five minutes.  As I said, it just warms
up your ass for your next spanking."

"Then I guess I will allow you to give me a warm-up spanking. 
What do you want me to do?"  I asked.

"Stand up and stand next to me."  Jane then slide down to the
middle of the bench.  "Please lay over my lap with your weight on
the bench."  Jane hiked up her dress and spread her legs apart. 
When I lay on her lap, my penis was now between her legs.  I next
felt totally trapped as her thighs closed around my penis and I
felt her hands opening the back of my gown.  "Please spread your
legs apart with one leg on each side of the bench."  I was now
totally exposed to a woman who I had just met.

Jane then started to spank me.  She started with soft spanks and
then they became harder and harder.  She also left no part of my
poor naked bottom untouched.  She also would caress my bottom now
and then.  So I was feeling both pleasure and pain.  But soon the
spanks began to really hurt, and I began to wiggle.  "Stay still,
or else your spanking will last longer."  So I tried to hold
still while she finished my spanking.  My poor bottom was now
feeling a little warm and tender.

Jane stopped spanking me and said, "You took my spanking very
well.  Your white ass finally has some color to it.  Now stand up
and turn your back to me so that I can prepare you for the next
phase of your punishment."

She reached into the closet and pulled out a few things.  "Now
put your hands behind your back."  Then I felt her put cuffs on
my wrists and secured my hands together.  Then she put something
on my gown that spread it apart below the lower tie, so that my
now pink bottom was totally exposed.  She also attached a plastic
bracelet that which identified me as Clyde Brown.  "Every man who
is about to be punished goes through this same security measure.
Just be quiet and follow me to a room for your first spanking."

Now as we walked through more hallways, I noticed other men
wearing gowns with their hands behind their backs and their pink
bottoms exposed.  My gown was still tented in front, but I was
now unable to hide it.  We finally stopped at "Punishment Room
102", and Jane pressed an intercom button outside of the room.

"I have Clyde ready for his spanking.  My I bring him into the
room?"  Jane asked.

"Send him in.  I am ready for him."  A voice said.

"Your spanker is Nancy.  She is very good at spanking men, but be
sure to carefully follow her every command.  I will be back in
about thirty minutes to escort you to lunch."  Jane said, and
then she opened the door and quickly left the room.

In front of me stood a woman about six foot tall and very
shapely.  She was wearing a very short skirt and a halter-top. 
"My name is Nancy and I will give you your thirty minute
spanking.  Do you need to be restrained or will you allow me to
spank you.  Go ahead, you can talk to me at this time."

"Please don't restrain me.  I will submit to a spanking from
you."  I said.

Then Nancy stepped beside me and I finally could see the inside
of the room.  There were various spanking implements on the wall,
and there was strange looking furniture in the room.  There were
also wooden "X"s  and "T"s on the walls.  There were also mirrors
scattered around the room and many pieces of metal parts.

She led me over to a strange piece of furniture. "I will start
you out on this spanking bench.  Please kneel on it."  It had a
padded bench that I knelt on, and then it was raised up in front
of me, and then it sloped down.  I will undo the connection on
your wrist cuffs so that you can lean forward and put your arms
in front of you."  I felt my wrist connection being taken off,
and she said, "Please lean forward."  This put my bottom up in
the air and exposed.  "Now spread your legs so that I have full
access to your body."  She helped me spread my legs and now I
felt fully exposed.  Then she moved a mirror in front of me, and
also a digital clock that displayed thirty minutes on it."  I
will be remotely able to stop the clock or add minutes to your
time as I spank you.  So please stay in position and don't try to
cover or rub your ass with your hands.  If you move out of
position several times, I will then need to secure you to the
spanking bench."

She walked in back of me and spread my gown even more.  Then I
felt her hands on my exposed bottom.  "Jane must of given you a
hand spanking because your bottom is a little pink.  She really
enjoys spanking the men she escorts for their punishment.  It
does help you withstand the spanking from me."  Nancy reached for
a small paddle that was hanging on the wall.  She walked over to
me and showed it to me.  "This small paddle should work real well
to warm you up some more.  Are you ready for your spanking?"

"I don't have much choice, so go ahead and start my spanking."  I
said.

I watched in the mirror as she stood in back of me and raised the
paddle.  The clock started its countdown, and my spanking began.
This small paddle made my bottom wiggle, but didn't hurt very
much.  As she spanked me in this position for about five minutes,
I was able to hold my position without any problem.  It was very
embarrassing for me to have my legs apart, and now and then Nancy
would flick the paddle between my legs.

The clock stopped at 25:00, and Nancy said, "Clyde, you are
taking you spanking very well.  I will now put you in a different
position and use more severe paddles on you.  So stand up and
follow me.  Remember, do not rub your ass and no talking."  
Nancy leads me to one of the walls that had two shallow wooden
boxes about three feet apart and about two feet from the wall. 
On the wall were two chrome handles, like what you would see in a
shower stall, and they were spread about two feet apart.  "Put
your feet in the boxes and then lean over and grab the boxes on
the wall keeping your arms straight."  I did so and then she
lowered the bars so that they were about waist high.  This made
my poor bottom stick straight out, and my penis and balls dangled
between my legs.  "Now stay still while I untie your gown.  Jane
can put it back on you once I have completed your spanking."  I
moved my arms so that she could remove the gown from me.

I was now completely naked and totally exposed for my spanking. 
With my legs spread wide apart and being bent over, exposed every
inch of my poor bottom to be spanked.  Mirrors were in front of
me so that I could see what Nancy was doing.  She placed the
countdown timer on a shelf near me and showed me the paddles that
she was going to use on me.  This time they were a lot bigger and
wider.  She also showed me a riding crop that she said was also
very effective between my legs.  The timer started to count down
and my spanking began, again.

Sometimes, when the paddles really stung me, I would try to stand
up.  Nancy would then put her hand on my back and say, "Stay
still and present your ass for a spanking.  Otherwise, I will add
more time on the clock."  So I would grit my teeth and stay bent
over.  In spite of how much the paddles stung my poor bottom,
Nancy would keep me sexually excited by playing with my penis and
balls with her riding crop.  Also, the crop was able to reach the
tenderest parts of my bottom.  My whole lower half was feeling
quite warm.

The timer stopped at 15:00, and Nancy said, "Since this is your
first time at this center, I will give you a five minute break. 
You can stand up, step out of the boxes, and rub your ass.  We
are halfway through with this part of your punishment.  You will
next receive the strap for ten minutes."  She went over to the
wall and handed it to me.  It was about two inches wide, two feet
long, and made of very flexible leather.  "I will now let you
decide how you want to receive the strap.  Either standing up
against the wall or laying on a bench."

"Is one better than the other?"  I asked.

"If your legs are losing strength, the bench is easier.  But both
hurt about the same.  So what will it be?"

I thought for a few seconds and said the bench.  I wanted to
conserve my energy.  Nancy pulled out a bench and put it in the
middle of the room.  She also found two pillows and put them on
it.  "Now lay down on the bench so that the pillows are under
your butt.  That will keep it sticking high into the air.  Put
your arms and legs straight out.  Do you want to be bound in
position?"

"Let me try it without being bound."  I said.  Nancy then put the
timer in front of me and started to strap me as the timer started
to count down.  The strap hurt a lot more than the paddles. 
Nancy would also strap one of my cheeks, and then walk to the
other side and strap my other cheek.  Sometimes, the strap would
land in the middle of my cheeks.  I guess I was moving around too
much because the timer stopped at 7:00.

"The strap is hard to take without moving around.  I will now tie
your hands and feet to the bench so that you stay in place." 
After she tied me to the bench, I was unable to move at all.  The
timer started again and she strapped me for two more minutes
until the timer read 5:00.  I was untied and allowed to rub my
poor sore bottom.

"The last part of your punishment will be with this wooden paddle
with holes in it."  She held it up and showed it to me.  "It
really stings and I want you on the spanking bench that you first
started on.  Be sure and spread your legs far apart and stay
leaning forward."

Nancy put the timer in front of the bench as I leaned forward and
spread apart my legs.  In the mirror I could see her go to the
wall and take down the riding crop, again.  She tapped the tender
insides of my thighs and said, "Spread those legs apart some
more."  After my legs were spread apart as wide as possible, she
finally stopped tapping my inner thighs.  The timer started to
count down, and she started to spank me again.  The wooden paddle
with holes really stung me.  I stayed in position but I had tears
in my eyes from the pain.

There was only 1:02 on the timer when I yelled out, "Please stop,
please stop.  It really hurts."

"It is supposed to hurt.  This should remind you to always treat
women with respect and dignity.  Since I had to stop the timer, I
will add another minute to your spanking."  The timer now read
2:02.

Then I head Jane's voice on the intercom.  "Are you through with
Clyde yet?"

"Clyde's punishment will be completed in two minutes.  You can
come and get him."  Nancy shouted out. Then she said to me, "Stay
in position and don't say anything, and your punishment will soon
be ending."  The timer started again and so did my spanking.  I
still had tears in my eyes, but I didn't say anything.  Soon the
timer said 0:00, and my spanking stopped.

"You can stay in that position until Jane comes for you.  I hope
this has taught you a lesson.  Please do not say anything and do
not rub your bottom."  Nancy said.

I really wanted to rub my poor sore bottom, but I just did as I
was told and stayed in position.  Soon I heard the door open and
Jane was beside me.

"Slowly stand up so that I may put your gown back on you and then
we will get you something to eat before your caning."  I stood up
and Jane tied the gown on me.  "My, your ass is now bright red! 
It must really hurt."

"It sure does."  I replied.

"Remember, no talking and put your arms behind you."  Jane
fastened my wrists together and made my gown so that my poor sore
red bottom was totally exposed.  "Now follow me to get something
to eat."

We walked down many hallways again to a cafeteria.  It had many
tables and the chairs had pillows on them.  Since my hands were
sill bound behind me. Jane got me a salad, a high protein drink,
and a glass of water and put them on a tray.  Then she escorted
me to a table, unbound my hands and said, "I will be back in
thirty minutes for the next phase of your punishment."

It was nice to sit down on a pillow and relax and eat.  Soon
other men were seated around me.  I tasted the protein drink, and
it didn't taste very good.  But I drank it anyway because there
wasn't much to eat.  In my job, I am used to talking to people,
so I naturally started talking about the food.  Quickly a woman
in a white uniform ran up to me.

"You are not to speak to each other.  Let me see your wristband."
 I held my arm out to her.  "You are Clyde and I will inform Jane
about this incident."  Then she left the table and I kept on
eating without talking.

Before I knew it, Jane was standing beside me.  "Stand up Clyde
and we need to bus the dishes, then I need to deal with you."  We
walked over to where they washed the dishes, and then she bound
my arms behind my back.  We walked down the hall and into one of
the locker rooms.

"I told you there was no talking unless when we ask you to talk.
I was told of your talking in the cafeteria, so now I need to
deal with you before your caning."  Jane sat down in the middle
of the bench and then said, "Turn around so that I may untie your
hands, and then I want you to go over my lap for a spanking." 
When I turned around, I noticed she had a large wooden hairbrush
in her hand.  "Hurry up and lay over my lap so that we can get
this over with."  Jane said.

So once again I was over Jane's lap for a spanking.  But this
time my poor bare bottom was sore and tender and the hairbrush
really hurt.  After about five minutes, Jane quit spanking me and
said, "Stand up so that I can secure your hands.  Then we need to
hurry up to the next room.  Ann does not like to be kept
waiting."  Jane rebound my hands behind my back and readjusted my
gown so that my bottom was exposed in the back.

We left the locker room and we walked down several hallways. 
Jane finally stopped at "Punishment Room 165" and said on the
intercom, "Ann, Clyde is here for his next punishment."

A voice came over the speaker, "Your eight minutes late.  Bring
Clyde in for his punishment."

When Jane and I entered the room, I was shocked at what happened
next.  "Jane, you were eight minutes late and you did not call
me.  This may impact the whole afternoon for the facility."  Ann
said.

"Clyde was talking in the cafeteria so I had to give him an
additional spanking.  That was the reason for the delay."  Jane
replied.

"How long have you been working here, Jane?

"Two years."  Jane said.

"Then you know the rules say that you need to call me if you are
going to be late by five minutes or more, when you deliver a
client to a punishment room."  Ann said.  "If a call is not made,
when the escort arrives at the punishment room, she will receive
a punishment deemed appropriate by the punisher.  And the
punisher is me and you have earned two strokes of the cane."

"Can't we discuss this at the end of the day, and not in front of
Clyde?"

"I'm pulling out a chair."  Ann said.  "I want you to walk over
to it, lower your panties, raise up your dress, and bend over the
chair.  DO IT NOW."

Jane quietly followed Ann's directions and bent over the chair. 
Her nice white round bottom was now on display.  I now wished my
arms weren't bound behind my back.  I noticed that my gown was
tenting again.

"You will receive two strokes of the cane."  Ann said.  "Please
count them.

Ann next took a cane that was on the wall, stood beside Jane, and
Whisk.  The cane made a whistle sound and then left a long red
line across Jane's white bottom.

"One.  Thank you, ma'am."  Jane said.

Ann measured for the next stroke.  Drew her arm way back, a
whistle sound and a thump.  Now two parallel red lines went
across Jane's bottom.

"Two.  Thank you, ma'am."  Jane said.

"Now stand up and straighten up yourself.  You can pick up Clyde
in twenty minutes.  Don't be late, or else you will receive two
more strokes of the cane."  Ann said.  Jane quickly stood up,
rearranged her clothing, and left the room.

Ann wasn't a tall woman, but she was a very large woman.  Her
voice was low for a woman and she was a very 'no nonsense' woman.
 She studied my papers and said, "Clyde.  You are to receive six
strokes of the cane from me.  You will count them out like Jane,
but I will secure you to a special caning bench."  She took my
elbow and led me over to a strange piece of furniture.  It looked
like a very low chair with no seat.  The arms were very wide and
about three feet apart.  The back of the chair had a pillory on
it, which would secure your neck and wrists.

First Ann unbound my hands and took off my gown.  "Kneel up on
this so that your legs are spread and your head and wrists are in
the holes."  Once my head and wrists were in place, then she
lowered the upper half of the pillory and locked it in place. 
Now I could only look down and I couldn't see what was happening
to me.  Next I felt her secure my legs to the bench with straps.
Again, I was totally exposed and was unable to move.

"Be sure to count these and thank me.  Otherwise, you will
receive the stroke again."

I felt a tapping on my very tender bottom, heard the whistle, and
then felt like a hundred bees had stung me in a straight line. 
Jane took her two strokes very well.  I didn't realized that it
would hurt this much.  I just shouted out, "Ouch!  That really
hurts."

"Since you didn't follow my orders and forgot to count, the next
stroke will be called one."  Ann said.

She tapped my bottom. I heard the whistle, and felt the hundred
bee stings.  But I cried out, "One.  Thank you, ma'am."

"Very good.  You are a fast learner."

I felt the tap, heard the whistle, boy did it hurt.  "Two.  Thank
you, ma'am."

"You will treat women a lot better from now on."

I felt the tap, heard the whistle, and the pain.  "Three.  Thank
you, ma'am."

"Your halfway through your punishment."

I felt the tap, heard the whistle, and the pain.  "Four.  Thank
you, ma'am."

"Only two left."

I felt the tap, heard the whistle, now my whole bottom was on
fire.  "Five.  Thank you, ma'am."

"Only one left.  If you break the rules again, you will receive
twelve strokes of the cane.  So please be a good boy."

I felt the tap, heard the whistle, and the pain was incredible. 
I slowly said, "Six.  Thank you, ma'am."

"I will undo the straps and the pillory that holds you in place,
but I recommend you stay in place until Jane comes and gets you."
 It felt good to be able to move again, but then I felt Ann's
hands on my poor naked bottom.  "You have seven nice red welts on
your ass.  Those should remind you to treat women with dignity."

The door opened and Jane rolled a gurney into the room.  The
gurney looked a little strange, because it had a medium size hole
near the middle of it.  Jane and Ann lifted me off the caning
bench and laid me face down on the gurney.  They positioned me so
that my penis and balls were sticking through the hole in the
gurney.  Underneath the gurney was a plastic tube that captured
any liquid coming out of my penis.  My ankles were spread wide
apart and secured to the gurney.  Jane wheeled me down the hall
to what looked like a small hospital emergency room.  There,
several nurses check my pulse, and blood pressure.  I heard one
nurse put on gloves, lubricate my bottom hole, and stuck a rectal
thermometer into me.  They examined my tender bottom for
bleeding, and told Jane that I was okay to leave.

Then Jane wheeled me over to some showers and unsecured my ankles
from the gurney.  "You can shower, now, or I can take you back to
the locker room."

"I'll take the shower."  I said.

"I will give you five minutes to take a shower."  Jane said.

I slowly got off the gurney and showered.  Now it didn't bother
me that I was completely naked and there were no curtains around
the showers.  It just felt good to take a shower and feel the
cool water on my poor spanked bottom.  I was now able to feel for
myself the seven parallel large welts on my bottom.

Soon Jane arrived, I toweled off, and then I put the gown back on
me.  Jane bound my hands behind my back, and walked me to the
locker room.  She unbound my wrists and took the cuffs off me. 
Then she unlocked the locker my clothes were in, and said, "If
you follow the exit signs, they will guide you to the reception
area.  If you need to come back here, again, your punishment will
be more severe.  So be a good boy."

Before Jane left the room, I quickly said, "I am truly sorry for
the caning you received because of me.  Is there anyway that I
can make it up to you?

She wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.  "I
can arrange a private spanking from me.  Please feel free to call
me."  Then she quickly left the room.

I dressed and it felt so good to leave the correction center.  I
wished that I had a pillow to sit on as I drove home and I called
Jane the next morning.

END. 
