by Sarah Veitch
A man in his fifties was leading a girl of around twenty towards a very large chair with straps emanating from various appendages. The girl was wearing a cropped top over her breasts but was naked from the waist down. She was half-heartedly resisting, talking all the while.
Kerri listened intently and realised that the girl was pleading 'Isn't there another way?'
'No,' said the man, 'the chair's the most appropriate.'
'I could rewire them,' the bare-bottomed brunette offered.
'Oh, you will rewire them - but you still have to be soundly penalised,' the older man replied.
They reached the chair and he pushed her firmly into it and immediately began to bind her left wrist to the chair's upholstered arm. He did the same to her right wrist before turning his attention to her ankles and strapping them in place. Now the girl was held in situ, only her breasts moving up and down with her apprehensive breathing. Kerri wondered what would happen next.
'We'll start you on Level One and build up every five minutes,' the man said.
The girl swallowed hard but whispered 'Yes, sir.'
Smiling grimly, he pressed a lever on the nearby control box. Immediately the chair made a low humming sound and the girl writhed.
'Save your squirming till it's on five or six, love,' her punisher said evenly. 'Only a spanked bottom would really feel a level one roasting - and you haven't been spanked today.'
'No, sir. Sorry, sir,' the brunette mumbled. She looked fearfully at the man as he reached for the lever again.
'Level Two,' he announced, watching her closely. 'Unlucky for some.'
The girl winced and twitched some more in the chair.
'How does it feel?' he asked.
'Uncomfortable, sir.'
'But you deserve to feel uncomfortable, don't you, Louise? After all, think how bad other residents would feel if they'd used those appliances you mis-wired. They'd have gotten electric shocks and some might even have died.'
'I had a hangover, sir. I'm really sorry about that, sir,' Louise gasped.
'And now we have to make your naughty bottom really sorry,' the man - presumably an overseer - said.
As Kerri watched, he moved the lever onto Level Three and Louise's fidgeting intensified. Kerri realised that the girl was literally strapped into the hot seat - and that it was getting hotter all the time.
'How sorry are you, exactly?' her tormentor asked.
'So sorry that I know I deserve a spanking,' the brunette answered, flushing.
'Only a spanking?' the overseer clarified, moving the lever onto Level Four.
The girl cried out as the increased heat tenderised her helpless globes.
'A very hard spanking, sir,' she amended.
'You always do your best to avoid a paddling, don't you, Louise?' the man asked.
The girl nodded. 'You bring it down so hard...'
'Hard enough to stop you mis-wiring plugs in future?'
'Yes, sir,' the girl promised fervently.
'So will you ask me nicely for the paddle now?'
The girl moaned and squirmed about in place, clearly in an agony of indecision. As if to help make up her mind, her overseer pushed the lever onto Level Five.
'Oh it hurts, it hurts!' the girl wailed.
'More than a paddling, Louise?'
'It hurts more than a paddling when it reaches Level Ten,' the brunette replied.
'So doesn't it make sense to opt for your paddling now instead of begging for mercy through five more levels?' the man enquired.
'I... I guess so,' Louise muttered, jerking about on the increasingly fiery seat.
'Right, you keep jumping about whilst I fetch a nice hard rosewood paddle,' the overseer said and walked slowly from the room.
The moment he left, the girl straightened her calves and pushed her shoulders up, her facial muscles developing a new intensity. At first Kerri couldn't work out what was going on - and then she realised that by tensing all of her muscles, Louise had lifted her buttocks a few millimetres from the chair. It was clearly enough to give them respite from the cruel heat but it was causing her fatigued muscles to shake.
Nevertheless, the girl maintained her raised position until she heard footsteps approaching the door. Only then did she sink back fully into the chair, gasping for breath.
'Good girl,' the man said, switching the power off and unfastening her. 'Now come and lie across my knee,' he added, taking a seat on a long row of chairs against the far wall and patting his lap.
Louise blushed but obeyed. Kerri could see that the girl's buttocks looked uniformly hectic, the way a face would after spending some time in the sun.
The man stroked her reddened orbs. 'They're not as hot as I'd have expected,' he murmured.
'They really hurt, sir,' Louise cut in quickly.
'You're sure you didn't short circuit the chair?'
'How could I, sir?'
'Or somehow free yourself? You know that would make me very, very angry,' the man said in a measured tone.
'No, sir. You saw how I was strapped in, sir,' the guilty girl replied.
'Maybe your buttocks don't retain the warmth very well. Maybe I should start you on a higher level next time,' the overseer mused.
'There won't be a next time, sir. I'll be such a good girl, sir,' Louise promised fervently, squirming about as he palmed her exposed parts.
'You'll certainly be eager to please after this paddling,' the older man said. He caressed her little orbs some more. 'So, how many of the paddle do you deserve for turning up to work hungover and not rechecking those plugs when you were supposed to?'
'Ten, sir?' Louise asked, her bare buttocks puckering.
'Let's make it twenty for starters,' her employer said.
Watching, Kerri saw the girl's shoulders slump forward, even as her helpless arse twitched.
Her employer clearly saw the twitch too, for he slapped both hemispheres. 'They know they're in trouble, don't they, darling? They know I'm about to give them something to cry about.'
He carried her over to a tall whipping stool and fastened her in place. Kerri changed her position so that she could continue to observe the action. Louise's bottom shuddered as the overseer ran an assessing palm over it.
'Ask nicely for each stroke, Louise, telling me why you deserve it. Then thank me afterwards,' he told her, picking up the paddle and stepping back.
Louise hesitated.
'Today, if you please, Louise,' the overseer continued. 'Unless you'd rather I paddle you until my arm eventually tires?'
Louise swallowed hard at the prospect. 'I've been a bad girl, sir,' she admitted softly.
'I can't hear you, Louise,' her employer said.
With obvious effort, Louise increased her pitch. 'I've been a bad girl, sir, and I deserve to taste the paddle twenty times.'
'You certainly do,' the overseer murmured - and promptly brought the rosewood punisher down on her defenceless nates.
'Aren't you grateful?' he said as she jerked about on the whipping stool.
For a while the girl continued to squirm about in situ. 'Thank you for the first paddling, sir,' she muttered belatedly.
'And?' the man prompted.
Louise tensed and untensed in an obvious effort to get the sting out. 'And please apply the paddle again,' she said at last.
The man obliged, this stroke partially overlapping the previous one. Louise groaned and skulked about, her bottom more sanguine than it had been only seconds before.
'I do like to see a nice hot bum taking its punishment,' the overseer said cheerfully.
'Yes, sir. I deserve it for getting drunk before work, sir,' Louise replied with what was clearly hard-won obsequiousness.
'And what else do you deserve?' the man continued.
Louise whimpered and drummed her toes against the stool, apparently dreading further censure. 'I deserve to feel the paddle on my bare bottom yet again.'
'How hard?' the overseer enquired softly.
T
he bare-bottomed brunette hesitated then whispered 'Oh not too hard, Master, please.'
'Funny how you only address me as Master when I'm warming your arse,' the man said.
'I'll call you that from now on,' the red-bummed girl pledged.
'Not that it'll bring you any leniency,' the man replied, using the paddle again.
For the next two or three minutes Louise jerked about the little she could over the whipping stool, her breath ragged. Eventually she settled down and her punisher told her to ask nicely for the next stroke.
'Can't I work overtime rewiring the plugs?'
'That's not the point, dear. The point is, you were prepared to send out shoddy electrical goods. People could have died.'
'I didn't think,' the girl muttered disconsolately.
'Then you need this paddling to teach you to think,' the older man replied.
He laid it on again and again, with Louise's pleas becoming more desperate each time. Sometimes she failed to ask nicely for the next stroke and so earned herself an additional thrashing. Kerri had counted twenty-three lashes before the man laid the paddle down.
'I'm going to keep you tied here for a few minutes to think about the error of your ways,' he said.
'I'll think about my errors, sir,' Louise promised in a very small voice.
Kerri noticed that she'd stopped calling the overseer Master now that her punishment was over. She wondered if he'd noticed too.
'Let's watch a little film to take your mind off your sore parts,' the overseer said.
Kerri stiffened slightly at his words. The last time she'd heard such a phrase had been when she'd swapped the birches. The bastards had filmed her doing so - and it had given them a genuine reason to punish her hard. Watching, she saw that Louise had also stiffened, clearly anticipating a similar trick.
The man switched on a VCR and a clear image of the large punishment chamber appeared on the screen. Kerri watched as Louise was encouraged across to the chair by the overseer and fastened into it. She saw the lever gradually being raised to Level Five then saw the overseer leaving the room.
'And now you should continue to wriggle on the hot seat,' the man said, staring at the screen.
Louise said nothing, but it was obvious that her breathing had increased.
'Oh dear. What have we here?' the overseer added, peering at the video more closely. 'The disobedient wench is tensing her muscles to raise her buttocks from the punishment chair.'
'It was so hot,' Louise whispered from her ignominious position strapped across the whipping stool.
'It's about to get a whole lot hotter,' her employer said. He walked behind her again and caressed her reddened orbs. 'Oh sweetheart, if they feel hot now can you imagine how much hotter they'll be when you're held down in the hot seat again?'
He untied the girl and she sank to her knees before him.
'Let me please you with my mouth.'
'If you must,' the overseer said casually.
Kerri watched as the girl unzipped the man and pulled his tumescence free, taking the crown of his cock between her lips. She moved her head up and down, her haunches shuddering with every movement. More and more of his hardness disappeared into the warm wet. Moments later the man cried out and pushed his hips forward, then he withdrew from her and pushed her gently away.
'Time to sit down, love.'
'Master, please, you know that I could make you come again.' The girl parted her lips invitingly.
'I'll come again watching you howl in the chair.'
'Make you come again with my tongue... Use it harder... Take you in so deep.'
'It sounds quite nice - but the prospect of you flinching in the hot seat is much more inviting,' the overseer explained.
'I could...' Louise started, clearly preparing to extend her sexual repertoire.
'You can just accept a sore bum,' the man replied before picking her up in a fireman's lift and carrying her over to the chair. Kerri looked at the expanse of bare flesh over the man's shoulder and felt some sympathy for the hapless Louise.
'Level Five for five minutes,' the overseer said as he set her down on the chair and strapped her in.
'What if I can't bear it?' Louise asked, her eyes widening.
'We're not talking third degree burns here,' the man said patiently. 'You know we set everything so that it causes maximum discomfort but no permanent harm.' He tightened the straps then smiled at her grimly. 'Which is more than can be said for you and your badly-wired plugs.'
'But it hurts so much,' Louise whispered. 'Level Five after the paddle is going to be scorching.'
'You should have thought of that before you tried to escape punishment,' her employer explained. He pulled up a seat in front of her. 'This time I'm going to watch you beg for mercy. I've no intention of leaving the room.'
'You knew when you left before that I'd... that I'd lift myself up,' Louise whispered as he cranked up the lever.
'I suspected, yes,' the man said. He took the lever to Level Five then left it there. 'But there's no leaving now, is there, sweetheart? Just your bare paddled bottom and a very hot seat.'
Louise threw back her head and groaned.
'I'm videoing this,' the man explained. 'It'll be used to show newer residents just how we treat a multiply-disobedient girl.'
'Everyone gets to watch?' the girl responded, looking even more daunted. She wriggled violently, her whimpers soon turning to anguished howls.
'If you're squirming this much after one minute just think what you'll be like after five,' her boss said.
The girl's reply was indistinct and Kerri leaned forward to hear more. Suddenly the man turned towards the window and seemed to be looking straight at her. Startled she backed away then ran down the road. She ran for ten minutes then heard an orgasmic wail coming from a smaller building. Cautiously she walked around the perimeter until she found a window where the curtains hadn't been fully closed.
This time the scene was that of a Sexology Unit which appeared to be contained within a private house. Vibrators, dildos and implements of correction were displayed on every wall of the unit. There were medical-style couches along three of the walls but none of them were currently occupied.
Kerri scanned the numerous whips and tawses hanging from the walls then focused her attention on the centre of the room. An ebony-haired girl was being helped to her feet. She was completely naked and had clear proof of her recent orgasm dripping from her sex.
'You can rest for six minutes,' her helper said. Kerri looked closely at the helper. She was around forty whereas the dark-haired girl was twenty-four at most.
'Thank you, Mistress,' the girl murmured and walked shakily to the nearest couch.
For the next six minutes the girl lay immobile on her back whilst the amateur sexologist wrote notes in a large leather journal. Then she glanced over at the couch.
'Time for another test, Anya. I hope you manage more self-control this time.'
The girl sat up dazedly. 'So soon, Mistress?' she whispered apprehensively.
'Yes, six minutes respite is what Jeff recommended. After all, you were so sure that you'd be immune to our test that we didn't think the need for any respite would arise.'
At the mention of Jeff, Kerri pressed her ear even closer to the open shutter. Was he going to arrive here? He'd been so nice to her in her cell last night. Maybe he'd started to have feelings for her? She'd always found it easy to get men on her side.
'Alright, I was wrong,' the girl muttered.
Kerri tried to determine what they were talking about.
'Can't I just admit that I was arrogant and go home?' the twenty-something continued. 'Haven't you humiliated me enough?'
The older woman shook her head. 'You said that any kind of sex toy was disgusting - yet you've just orgasmed by having a pussy pleaser right up you. We need to know if we can make you come again so that we can refine our methods for other naughty girls.'
'For fucks sake, I'm not a girl. I'm twenty-two,' th
e ebony beauty muttered, glaring at the sexologist.
'Old enough to have lost your preconceived notions about human sexuality,' her Mistress said. She clapped her hands imperiously. 'Come here, Anya, and squat down for me.'
'Can't I just...?' the girl started.
'Come here now or I'll call for my assistants to strap you down like they did last time,' the forty-something woman replied.
Grimacing, the girl obeyed, walking to the centre of the room and hunkering down. The sexologist immediately bound her feet - which were spaced awkwardly apart - to the floor and tied her hands in front of her. She then pressed a switch and a phallus-like dildo rose from a panel in the floor. It angled itself like a heat-seeking missile then stabilised at a point several inches below the vulva of the twenty-two year old.
Kerri peered closer, wondering what exactly was going on.
'I hope your leg muscles are strong, Anya,' the sexologist said with a knowing smile.
'They are. I jog round Alpineglow every morning,' the tormented resident replied.
Kerri realised that the girl was using muscle power to keep her sex canal away from the vibrating tool. It was at best a short term solution for the girl's thighs wouldn't be able to hold her body-weight up indefinitely.
Soon Anya's lower torso began to shake with the strain. She managed to lean forward slightly but this only brought her a moment's respite. Slowly but surely her pussy began to sink towards the slender pulsing pole.
'Can't I repent in some other way?' she whispered piteously, her doe-like eyes fixed on her stern Mistress.
'No, you tell me teasing toys are obscene so let's see how much you hate them,' the forty year old replied.
Anya cried out as the entrance to her tunnel touched the pulsing shaft. The electric thrill seemed to give her new energy and she rose slightly in her bonds and resisted it for another forty or fifty seconds. Then her tired leg muscles let her down and the pulsator disappeared at least two inches inside her sugar walls.
Within seconds she began to squirm on the vibrating rod and little squeals escaped her. She clearly didn't have the energy - or the will - to lift herself from the pulsating pivot.
'Bad girl - I think you're getting excited,' the sexologist said.
'Can't help...' Anya muttered.