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Summary: Kyra, discipline administrator at a reform school, takes drastic measures to get through to a repeat offender.
Keywords: F/M, spank, femdom, strapon
Author: Rick_oh
Title: Pump And Punish
Story: Pump and Punish
The weekends, including Fridays, were the busiest days for Kyra, the
headmistress and primary discipline administrator at the reform
school. It was 8 in the morning on Friday. As she brought up the
roster of discipline for that day, four residents' files appeared on
the screen. Kyra sighed. "Damn good thing I have Monday through
Wednesday off," she said aloud, although there was no one else in the
office. She assigned the appointment times for the four miscreants
after seeing what their offenses were.
She scheduled resident 377 for 10:00 AM. This was his first
discipline appointment, for loud talking after lights out. "He'll
make some loud noises when I'm strapping him," Kyra mused to herself.
Resident 410 got the 11:00 slot. "We'll see if he can sit down at
lunch after I'm done with him," thought Kyra. She noted that #410
had been repeatedly disrespectful to the other administrators.
When she clicked on resident #290's file her eyes opened wide.
"Whoah!" she exclaimed. "This one's gonna need some special
treatment to get through to him." Several lines came up for #290's
offenses: Talking after lights out; Bullying other residents; Food
fight; Disrespect to females. She checked on why #290 was at the
reform school: Intercourse in a public place - third offense.
Kyra flagged #290's record as needing medical services, and entered
in the instructions "Colonic irrigation at 11:00 AM - Extensive and
Complete". She then entered the disciplinary appointment time for
2:00 PM, and sent a bulletin for an all-staff meeting: "It is
necessary for all the staff to attend a meeting this afternoon at
2:15 PM in the punishment room of the disciplinary quarters. The
duration of the meeting is expected to be approximately 30 to 45
minutes."
A series of quiet beeps at 9:55 AM reminded her that it was time for
the first appointment of the day. Kyra locked her office door and
proceeded to the punishment room, where she unlocked a cabinet and
retrieved a leather tawse. She then stood in front of the punishment
bench, her feet apart, her hands in front of her, one hand holding
the tawse. This was for effect; when the resident is led into the
room, and while being secured to the punishment bench, he sees Kyra
standing there with a dispassionate expression on her face, holding
the instrument of punishment.
Exactly on time, #377 was led in by two staffers. He got a feeling
of impending dread when he caught sight of Kyra with the strap.
"Does he need to be undressed and bound?" one of the staff asked.
"No. I will need both of you to hold him down, though," answered
Kyra. "Just bend him over the punishment bench and hold him still."
They forced the now-frightened young man into a bent-over position.
Kyra now spoke to him.
"I want you to bare your bottom now," she instructed. "Remember that
if you don't comply, I will give you extra." His trembling hands
reached back and he slowly pulled his trousers down past his nether
cheeks. He felt all the more vulnerable with the sensation of the
cool ambient air on his newly exposed buttocks.
Kyra stated "We will begin now," and walked around to the left side
of the male. She extended her arm and touched the strap to the
male's bared bottom, gauging her position. A slight adjustment in
her position, and she was ready. She drew her arm back, and
energetically swiped the tawse across both nether cheeks of the male,
ending the swing with a follow-through similar to that of a tennis
player. He reacted with a jolt, as if startled. A few seconds later
Kyra placed another forceful stroke of the tawse.
"Uhhhhhh!" exclaimed #377. Another swipe. "Owwwwww!"
He reacted more vocally with each successive swat, writhing and
struggling against the firm hands of the two females holding him
down. After fourteen swats, Kyra paused and asked him, "No more
noise after lights out?"
"No more! I won't do it again!"
Kyra resumed the strapping to the tune of the male's loud shouts,
enthusiastically giving him ten more swats to bring the total to
twenty four, and replaced the tawse in the cabinet.
She was busy with phone calls and other administrative duties when
her PC beeped and her screen showed that it was time for the next
appointment. A slight smile brightened her face and she sent to the
punishment room and retrieved the paddle and the rattan cane.
Exactly on time, #410 was escorted in.
"Loosen his trousers, bind him so he can't move, and bare his
bottom," Kyra instructed the escorts. She stood watching with her
hands on her hips while the two escorts did her bidding.
She picked up the oak paddle and prepared to commence his discipline.
"You know why you're here," she addressed the resident. "You can
expect more of this every time that you repeat the offense." The
paddle whacked against the bared buttocks of the male. Scarcely a
few seconds later, another loud 'CRACK!' reverberated through the
room. And again...
CRACK!
"Owwww!"
CRACK!
"OW! NO!"
CRACK!
"Aaaaaugh!"
Kyra paused for about a minute, and continued. Both the sound the
paddle made at contact, plus the male's strident reaction, filled the
room each time Kyra swung the paddle.
After twenty swats, Kyra put the paddle down and picked up the
straight rattan cane. Whisking it swiftly through the air, she spoke
to the bound miscreant, "That was your main course, number 410. Now
it's time for dessert, with the frosting on the cake."
Kyra, with the well-placed and enthusiastic swats of the paddle, had
taken him past the point where he thought that he couldn't take any
more punishment. Every paddle stroke felt blazing hot. Now, when the
realization sank in that he had no choice but to take still more, he
was truly afraid.
"Please, no more! Please! I can't take any more!"
"Oh?" asked Kyra. "It doesn't look to me like you have any choice.
Let's get on with it now - it's getting close to lunchtime, and I
know all this is giving you a big appetite."
Kyra expertly striated the miscreant's well-paddled bare bottom with
twenty brisk, fast-paced whisks of the thin whippy cane. The room
was amply filled with the strident shouts of the male receiving the
punishment. Satisfied that she had gotten his attention, she put the
paddle and the cane away and went back to her office.
Over a light lunch, Kyra took care of her ever-increasing paperwork,
made some phone calls, and browsed the web. At precisely 1:55 PM,
her alarm signaled that it was time for the next punishment session
of the day. She smiled to herself as she got up to let herself in to
the punishment room. She unlocked the cabinet and retrieved the oak
paddle and the leather tawse. At precisely 2:00, the door opened and
#290 came in, escorted by two security staffers.
"I want him totally undressed for this session," she instructed.
"Please bind his hands and waist."
"Yes ma'am," they replied in unison, also being aware of the
all-staff meeting that had been called for fifteen minutes hence.
"He had his colonic, didn't he?" asked Kyra.
"I personally saw to it that he did," replied Michelle. "It was very
deep and thorough," she continued with a smile.
Everyone waited silently after #290 had been stripped naked and bound
to the punishment bench. He knew that something was different
because he usually got his discipline immediately after being
secured. For ten long minutes he waited and wondered, until he heard
the door open and a crowd of people come in.
All the staff was present - the security staff, the nurses, the
kitchen workers, the maintenance staff, the landscapers, the clerical
staff, and Kyra's assistants - all in all, more than thirty women.
"We can begin the meeting now," Kyra announced. "It seems that
previous punishment sessions have not made enough of an impression on
this one. So I wanted everyone to see him being punished today,
Also, I have a special treat for him. But first, I'd like each of
you to give him five swats with the paddle. He has been
disrespectful to most of you, and I think it's fitting that everyone
has a hand in his punishment today. Analisa, you may start. When
you have given him five swats, hand the paddle to the next staffer in
line."
Analisa needed no further encouragement, having been on the receiving
end of many disparaging comments from #290 in the past few days. She
recalled these events vividly as she swung the paddle with full
force.
As each woman took her turn wielding the paddle, #290 tried his best
to present a tough exterior; but as the repeated strokes of the
paddle tenderized his bared bottom, he felt each succeeding woman's
swats more and more keenly. Every swat was a red-hot ordeal of
blazing sensation, and he was sure that some of the swats rattled his
teeth. He could not refrain from, at first, a muffled exclamation at
each impact; later on, he dropped all pretension and freely shouted
an "Oh!" or an "Aughh!" with every swat. A few of the women gave
rather light swats, but most of them gladly and enthusiastically
delivered them.
When all the staff had finished wielding the paddle, Kyra announced,
"Now that our exhibitionist has a bright red tail to show off, I
thought he might enjoy being watched while I use a strap-on dildo on
it."
A cacophony of excited exclamations and comments filled the room for
a moment, and Kyra held up her hand. "His punishment is not over yet
- that red tail of his will also be well strapped before he leaves
this room. Feel free to move around the room and watch from wherever
you want."
She moved to where #290 could see her, and stepped out of her white
cotton panties, which had absorbed some dampness from the day's
activities. She proudly draped them over #290's head while several
of the spectators giggled. She retrieved the strap-on that was to be
used, turned her skirt so that the slit was toward the front, stepped
into the strap-on harness and adjusted it.
"Nurse Linda, please bring me the dropper bottle of lubricant," she
directed. Kyra inserted several droppers full of lubricant through
#290's back way before generously applying some to the strap-on probe
that protruded from her hips. The staff members crowded around her
as she spread #290's nether cheeks and placed the tip of the probe at
the puckered opening. She inserted nearly two inches of it with a
brusque thrust.
"Auuuuugh!" he cried.
Holding his cheeks apart, Kyra none too gently worked the probe in
and out, going a little further in each time.
"Ohh! Auugh! Ooooh! Owwwww! Oooooh!" he further exclaimed in time
with the thrusts, while Kyra worked him for about two minutes.
She popped out, removed the leather tawse from a hook on her belt,
stepped back directly behind him, and, with alternating forehand and
backhand strokes, delivered ten quick and powerful swats of the
leather onto his buttocks.
"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! ..." he shouted, each one in reaction to the
tawse swiping across his bottom, each one louder and more urgent than
the previous.
She smeared some more lubricant on the probe, parted #290's cheeks,
and roughly penetrated him. She worked in and out, going in all the
way with each thrust. He uttered loud protests and kicked his legs
continuously as Kyra's hips rhythmically undulated. She continued
her oscillating movement for a couple of minutes, then withdrew,
stepped back, and imparted ten more strokes of the leather.
Upon the next penetration, she brusquely worked the probe in and out
for close to four minutes, telling him that the next time she had to
do this, the entire population of residents would be in the
auditorium watching him get his tail end worked over in more ways
than one. Then she gave him twenty fast-paced strokes of the leather
as he chimed in with a one-man symphony of lament.
Kyra removed the strap-on harness, thanked the staff for
participating, and called an end to the meeting. Back in her office,
she locked her door, leaned back in her chair, and reflected on the
day's events. Her hands went between her legs as she spread them,
and she closed her eyes and visualized ravaging #290's bottom with a
strap-on while on stage.
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