A New Kind of Punishment

by Mark Andrews

  “It isn’t, David,” I agreed and he then promised to get me an answer ASAP.

  It seemed the minister didn’t need any persuading at all and I had it in writing within two more days.

  I then decided to run it by Sandy. As far as I was concerned he had been punished enough and was now a most contrite and, in my opinion, a wholly reformed character. The only reason we were keeping him was because he asked us to. “So that Miss O’Connor can benefit from my monthly punishments, sir,” he explained.

  As I told him of the new punishment, ten kicks to his genital organs, his eyes lit up. “And am I to be the first to be punished by it, Mr Chalmers?”

  “Do you think you should be?” I asked.

  “Oh yes, especially if Miss O’Connor will be doing the kicking - but even if it was one of the guards, I would welcome the pain. Perhaps that might be my final punishment, sir - if you agree of course...” he added hastily.

  I smiled to myself. Yes, he was truly reformed and his face was now quite pleasant to look at and so, with his truly fabulous physique, he was now a most handsome young man. “Perhaps, Sandy. Let’s wait and see how you behave under this punishment...”

  Jan was ecstatic when I rang and told her that her idea had been approved and that Sandy was going to be its first victim. “And may I be the executioner, Will?”

  “You know we want this to be a public event. There’ll be reporters and TV cameras there as well as the paying public?”

  “All the better. I’m cured, Will. This will just put the cap on it all as far as I’m concerned.”

  “Very well, if you’re quite sure, then you’re on. We’ll make it a full event next Friday. Now, as to clothing. He of course will be naked, as always. What had you thought of wearing?”

  “I’ve just been thinking about that very thing. At first I thought of a pleated tennis skirt and halter, but I’ve got a good body. What about a bikini? That’ll give me most freedom - and I can assure you that I haven’t forgotten my cheerleader skills. With a bit of practice I think I can high-kick between his legs with the best of them!”

  I grinned to myself. She sure was a looker and I already knew her body was very athletic. I thought she would draw a great many people to the TV sets to watch the weekly show which the ABC had now created to air our punishment sessions, once we released the news that she would be ‘starring’ in this week’s show.

  I ran that by her, too, and she giggled again. “You’ll be turning me into a TV star, Will,” she said.

  “I think you already are, Jan.”

  Sure enough, we were 500% overbooked for the event and every single TV station and major newspaper sent reporters and cameramen to record the session.

  I had given a great deal of thought to how we were going to stage it, even looking up those same sites on the Web devoted to this fetish. I have to say I cringed as I watched the (mostly) women kicking the balls and cocks of the so-called victims. I was sure their pain was real though, as many collapsed and crawled into a foetal position on the floor.

  But there were many stances taken by them. Some were ordered to stand with feet wide apart and hands up behind their heads while the usually muscular girl aimed her feet at his genitals. Others were secured by their ankles drawn out wide but without other restraint, while still others had their wrists (or thumbs) secured up above their heads. Still others were suspended with their thighs drawn out horizontally so that their cock and balls dangled freely.

  This, I decided was the most spectacular and therefore the best choice for us. We already had a frame we could use to secure Sandy into this pose and I explained it to Jan when she arrived about an hour before the event was due to start at 7:00 p.m.

  I took her along to my quarters and left her there to change into her bikini while I went to welcome our paying guests and the media. Once they were all in their respective seats, I returned to my rooms and knocked on the door.

  Jan was ready and when she emerged I caught my breath in awe at the splendour of her almost-naked body. She really was the absolute epitome of the perfect female, at least in my eyes. Her skin was flawless, smooth as cream and lightly tanned. Her muscles were also perfect; not in the least overdone but she was clearly a dedicated sportswoman and while they were only just apparent, they too were truly spectacular.

  She was wearing only what used to be called a ‘pocket handkerchief and two -tuppeny-ha’penny stamps’. In other words a halter which covered very little of her beautiful (but not too big) breasts and the tiniest of triangles at her loins. Her buttocks were quite bare, the bikini being held in place by a plug which fitted neatly into her vagina (so she told me).

  “I want him to see me almost nude, Will. It will be the last time he does see me and I think as I kick his testicles, my near nakedness will underline to him his crime against my person.”

  I wasn’t sure I understood what she was saying, but I thought the spectacle of this now self-assured, beautiful and clearly highly athletic young woman punishing her attacker in this most bizarre manner would send one hell of a message to future would-be rapists.

  I escorted her into the theatrette and smiled at the gasps of awe at her attire (or lack of it) and then the applause which continued on and on as she stood before them, smiling and waving her appreciation at them for their welcome.

  Just then Sandy was brought in, naked of course and the applause died down instantly. They weren’t going to clap a rapist, no matter how good his body was nor how real his contrition.

  Carl and Pete had led him in while Jan stood to one side, allowing them to take him right up to the frame. He was quite willing of course. He had actually asked to be the first to undergo this punishment but he didn’t once look at Jan - until now.

  Just before Carl and Pete secured him, he dropped to his knees, bowed his head and again apologised most profusely for his crime and then asked her to punish him.

  “Please kick my balls as hard as you can, Miss. I deserve it and will try not to scream too loud...”

  She just nodded but there was a mutter of approbation from the audience.

  He rose to his feet then and Carl and Pete each took an arm, raised it and fastened the Velcro manacle around his wrists, pulling on the other ends of the rope to raise his arms up and out from his body.

  Two more pulleys had been attached to the uprights at waist level, each with another, larger Velcro strap on its end. These were slapped around his lower thighs, just above the knee and when their ropes were pulled, raised his thighs outwards until they were both horizontal, leaving his legs to dangle down below his knees. Once they were tied off, he was ready.

  And how was he ready, I thought. His body was pulled upright, arms up and out from his shoulders while his genitals dangled cleanly below his groin, now in a perfect position for Jan’s foot.

  She moved up to him, her so lithe young muscles rippling beautifully with her every tiny movement. Her so nakedly exposed buttocks, on her, small and rounded like a boy’s but indented at the outer sides, clearly two powerful muscles, clenched and relaxed rhythmically with each step. So did her well-muscled thighs. Her arm and shoulders muscles also sent shivers of delight through and through me as they moved in response to her steps.

  I watched Sandy (when I could take my eyes of her magnificent body, that is), wondering if he would react to the picture of erotic splendour she presented. He didn’t. There wasn’t even a twitch to his rather impressive cock and I knew Miraculum had truly cured him.

  Instead, his eyes were misty, not lustful at all and I read into them a real desire to suffer at her hands. Well, he was going to, in just a few more seconds. She told me she had been practising all week against a pillow she had suspended from the ceiling in her bathroom and had regained perfectly her high-kicking moves from her cheerleader days.

  Now the perfect showman, she turned to t
he audience and with a perfectly straight face, asked them if she should make him suffer.

  “Yes, Jan,” they cried. “Make him scream!”

  She waved to them in acquiescence and then moved up to him, aiming the instep of her right foot up between his legs in a perfect punt-kick, equal, I thought to the best kickers in the Aussie Rules football code (and they sure can high-kick, believe me).

  It connected with a loud splaaat and as she backed away, there was at first dead silence, but then a number of things happened.

  First, every muscle in Sandy’s quite splendid body went into strictures of agony, standing out in stark relief and quivering powerfully.

  Second, he screamed. A howling cry of pure, unmitigated, excruciating torment which went on and on for long minutes and then slowly dying to a low growl.

  And third, sweat broke out all over his body, gilding his superb muscles as they rippled and contorted as he struggled and strained in his bonds.

  The audience, to a man (and woman) cheered loudly and as I watched, I knew they were cheering her as much for her beauty, athletic prowess and superb body as for the accuracy of her kick, which to my mind, had been quite perfect in its aim and delivery.

  At their cheers, even Sandy perked up, although he knew very well they weren’t cheering him. But he responded anyway. “Thank you, Miss O’Connor, for that first kick. But please make the next harder and I will try not to scream so loud...”

  The audience actually clapped him at this, recognising the agony he undoubtedly must have been feeling. It was nothing like the applause they accorded his tormentor, but I was glad they were responding positively to his apparent reform.

  Jan waited a good five minutes, prowling around him and also coming to the front of the stage (to more applause from her audience) but then finally moving around behind him for the next kick.

  From this angle, the audience could see her foot coming up between his widespread thighs and their view as its instep connected with his dangling balls and cock was perfect.

  To his credit, while he still squirmed and contorted every muscle in his body, he managed to repress the scream, although I was sure it was at least as hard as the first blow. He had no control over his sweat glands however and his whole body was now drenched in it, making it look like a Greek god as he hung there in that so indecent and revealing pose.

  Again Jan prowled around him, not talking to him, but looking him over intently as he hung there is a torment of agony which must have been about as bad as it can get. The audience had cheered her again but this time it wasn’t as loud and I thought they were feeling that enough was enough.

  She also caught the mood and asked them. “Has he had enough, do you think. ladies and gentlemen?”

  The response was about half and half and I thought she was going to finish it then and there, but Sandy wasn’t having any of that.

  “Mistress, may I speak?”

  She looked at me and I nodded imperceptibly, although I had noted the word he had used: ‘Mistress’. So he thought of her in these terms, eh. I wondered how she would respond.

  She was a bright girl and had noted it too. “Yes, slave. Speak.”

  “Mistress, your kicks are the worst pain I have ever experienced but I believe I must experience the full ten which Mr Chalmers told me I would suffer.”

  The audience clapped him and I could hear the murmurs endorsing his request. So did Jan.

  “Very well, slave, you shall receive the final eight, but they will be full-blooded kicks!”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he said.

  I was grinning to myself at the use of the words mistress and slave between them and I wondered if it meant anything. I now fully intended to release him after this punishment and I would be watching to see what this pair then did. I had an inkling he would become her slave (even if slavery as such was still illegal).

  Her next kick was from the front but at an oblique angle so most of the audience could see her foot connect with his balls. The one after that from the other side and then the fifth from behind him again. At each one his muscles went into those same erotic strictures and contortions but he managed to keep his mouth shut although his face was as red as a beetroot and he looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel.

  The final five were delivered with much less force and the audience applauded her for that, too.

  And then it was all over and I asked Carl and Pete to escort the audience out of the room as quickly as possible while I took Jan back to my suite. “You are going to release him now, aren’t you Will?” she said to me as we neared my rooms.

  “Now how did you know that, Jan?”

  “Because he deserves it. He didn’t need this punishment and you and I both know it. Do you know, Will, I’ve taken to that boy?”

  “Are you sure, Jan? After all, he did rape you. There’s no getting away from that.”

  “I know. But Miraculum plus your treatment of him here has turned him into something quite different. You heard him address me as mistress?”

  I nodded.

  “Well, I believe that is how he sees himself - as my slave. I have a mind to invite him into my home - but as a slave, not a lover. He will remain naked at all times and I may even make him go out in public in that state. I suspect no-one will object...?”

  “You know, I believe you may be right. But what safeguards will you put into place in case he relapses?”

  She grinned. “Oh, I have become quite a dab hand at karate, Will. As you know, I love athletics. I am pretty strong and I’m sure I will hold my own against him - but I don’t think it will be necessary. You and I both believe he is truly reformed. No-one could keep up a pretence of what he has been offering us over the last few months. But he will stay my slave until I am truly sure about him. After that, well, we will see.

  “Now, I’m going to shower and change. Can I meet you - and him in your office in a few minutes?”

  “Sure thing.”

  She was right about one thing. It was only a few minutes and then she joined Sandy and me in my office.

  He was still naked although he had showered and had his genitals attended to. They were still agonisingly tender but they would recover in a few days.

  “Well, Sandy,” she said as she seated herself opposite my desk (Sandy remained standing, of course), so you are going to be released today?”

  He started for I hadn’t told him, knowing she would like to do it herself.

  “Oh no, mistress, I’ve got a lot more penance to do for you yet?”

  “I think not, boy. So what are you going to do? I know you were a labourer before your conviction. Are you going to go back to that...?”

  He looked thoughtful for a few moments but then he spoke up. “I’d rather serve you as your slave, mistress. That way you could continue to punish me until you thought I had earned a reprieve...”

  I stared at him. They weren’t the words of a labourer. I glanced at Jan but she just smiled at me. I thought her information on him was probably better than mine.

  “Then so it will be, slave. You will work hard. You will not be permitted clothing of any kind during your slavery, even when you go out in public. You will perform all household duties and I may even use you as a pony, riding your shoulders or perhaps pulling a little gig. At night you will sleep chained by your balls to the foot of my bed and you will also serve as my body-slave, bathing and grooming me.

  “But you will not be permitted even an erection as you tend my naked body. The slightest sign will result in a repeat of today’s punishment.”

  I wondered if I should offer to turn on his penile implant. His had been left permanently switched off as we wished to test Miraculum without the benefit of the penile zapper to aid his self-control, but when I did, she rejected it.

  “No, Will, thanks f
or the offer, but I have a feeling that boy is going to become a lot more than my slave in the future and I want to trust him. We will see how he fares as a naked slave first, of course, but I feel he may in time become my husband...”

  “Good God,” I said, now really astonished - but pleased nevertheless. He was certainly now the complete antithesis of what he had been. “Alright but will you allow me to keep in touch and please call me if there is the slightest problem...?”

  “I will. You have become a real friend - to both of us, I suspect, Will.”

  Chapter 6

  There was less success on the Miraculum front. After many months of work by Dr Harriet and his assistants, he professed himself no nearer to a solution of the propagation problems than at the beginning.

  “It’s almost as if the plant has a mind of its own and refuses to breed except in its own habitat, Will.”

  “Then perhaps we must use diplomacy to persuade the locals to allow us a plant every now and then. Perhaps one a year or maybe two...?”

  “From my conversations with them, I believe that may be difficult. They were very reluctant to allow me the one plant I brought back and I feel any further requests would be viewed with hostility. I think we should continue with our researches into the enzymes it secretes with a view to synthesising them but of course that is going to take years...”

  I then rang Dave Peters to apprise him of this latest advice and remarked that perhaps we could use the plant only in the very worst cases and continue with my two zappers for the rest.

  “Well that’s obviously our only option, Will. In any case, wonderful as Miraculum is, I really wanted to see how your implants worked with the prisoners once released.”

  “Me too,” I said. And I meant it. The testicular GPS model was a major plank in my thesis and Wayne’s penile unit, a wonderful secondary accessory and while I knew the prisoners would object strongly to being monitored once released, I was sure the public (and therefore the government) would just as strongly approve. The evidence was in that curing paedophiles was a near impossibility and these units should be most effective deterrents.