Corrective Measures

by Sarah Veitch

  He raised the crop again and applied it smartly to the waiting orbs six times in quick succession. Geri wailed and moved her bum the little she could.

  'Does it really hurt?' Ruth whispered to Justus, feeling appalled yet fascinated.

  'Of course it hurts,' he answered. 'See the way her soft cheeks flinch beneath the lash?'

  'Isn't that brutal?' Ruth mused out loud.

  'No, just firm,' the trainee Master replied. 'After all, she knows she can avoid all punishment by obeying the vows she took when she married. And all the girls who are here have been chosen because on some deeper level they respond to CP.'

  'I won't respond,' Ruth cut in fiercely.

  'You already do,' Karel Kromhout answered without even turning to face her. 'You were soaked like a sponge after I spanked your bottom three weeks ago.'

  'That's because... because I'd just come from my lover,' the twenty-two year old countered hotly.

  'Believe what you like,' the Dutchman murmured. 'I'll prove otherwise when I next haul you over my lap.' He returned his attentions to Geri's defenceless bum. 'Where was I? Oh yes, disciplining this recalcitrant trollop.' He applied the whip to both glowing hemispheres, flogging the curvy underswell so that the girl moaned and pushed her pelvis forward the little she could. 'Do you still want to flirt?' he asked coolly. 'Still want a stranger's thick cock inside you? Still long to stroke another man's balls?'

  'No sir,' Geri half-sobbed. 'Only want the cock of the man I married.'

  Karel Kromhout smiled and shook his head. 'Oh sweetheart, you'll say anything when that pretty bottom of yours is getting a roasting. If only you did as well in our psychological examinations. Truth is, those exams show that you're still naive and deceitful, that you need to be soundly chastened for a very long time.'

  'I know, sir, but not now, please - it stings so much,' the Scandinavian girl said piteously.

  'I'll give you four more lashes for complaining too much,' the Correction House worker answered. 'Then we'll see if you're a good girl by conducting one of our little tests.'

  A shudder ran through the girl's flesh at the mention of the word tests. Her body trembled.

  'I hope you've been learning self control,' Karel Kromhout added, applying the whip again.

  'Aaah. Yes, Master. I won't do anything without permission,' the blonde gasped tensely. She shook her hips from side to side as if to shake off the lash.

  'Time to go dancing, sweetheart,' the correction worker murmured, applying the riding crop four more times and making Geri jig about and yell.

  When her whipping was over, Karel Kromhout dropped the implement but left the girl tethered in place.

  'Testing time,' he said, moving his strong body into a crouch on the floor. He did something to a circular handle on the beam between Geri's spread thighs and a black shaft slowly elongated from the floor until it formed a phallus that was three feet high, its head near the blonde girl's labia. 'Now for an exquisite little adjustment or two,' the man said. He smiled, then moved nearer to the Swede's nude body. Ruth watched in eroticised fascination as he parted Geri's labial lips.

  Even from where she was seated she could see that Geri was very wet, her pink fronds swollen. She groaned when the trainee Master touched her, then rubbed her sex against his hand.

  'Bad girl,' he said lightly. 'This isn't your husband's hand, and you've just been telling me that you only want to enjoy sex with your husband. I'm not convinced that you can pass our little test.'

  'I'll pass,' the girl gasped hollowly. Ruth wished that she could see her face rather than her buttocks. But Franklin seemed to be enjoying the hot sore view.

  Now it looked as if the emphasis was going to be on the hot. As everyone watched, Karel Kromhout manually lengthened the phallus until its penile head nudged against Geri's sexual slot.

  'In a moment,' he said to the tethered adulteress, 'you're going to near Nirvana, because I'm going to switch this on.'

  He stood back and contemplated the scene, then shook his head. 'Justus, can you get me a collar and attachment clips? She doesn't have enough downward movement this way so the test isn't scientific.' He smiled at the waiting blonde woman. 'After all, your hot quim needs the option of bearing down.'

  'I won't bear down, Master,' Geri said fervently. 'Not unless you tell me to.'

  'Oh believe me, sweetheart,' Karel Kromhout said, 'I won't.' He looked over at Franklin. 'Sometimes she's allowed to climax on a machine like this, aren't you angel? Her pussy loves it. She comes so long and loud.' He sighed and shook his head. 'But last night she was a bad girl, and has a bad pussy. So its pleasure obviously has to be denied.'

  Justus Lederwaren approached Karel Kromhout and handed over a studded black appendage and something which briefly caught the light. Ruth craned her head forward to see what the man was holding.

  'Get a good view, love,' Franklin said crudely. 'You could be next.'

  'Only if I do something wrong,' Ruth muttered. She'd promised herself that she'd behave like an angel to avoid giving Karel Kromhout the opportunity of pulling down her pants.

  'Oh, you'll do something wrong all right,' her husband countered. 'After six years of marriage I reckon I know you pretty well, and I'm willing to make a bet on it.'

  Ruth swallowed twice then sat more firmly on her bum. She still felt at risk, so curled her hands around the bench to hold herself in situ. She was so glad that she wasn't in Geri's place.

  She watched as Karel Kromhout unfastened the Swedish girl's wrist cuffs from the beam.

  'Swing your arms about for a couple of minutes before I bind them in a different position,' he said gently.

  Geri swung her hands back and forward twice, then moved them around to cup her reddened buttock cheeks. 'A bad girl isn't allowed to touch her punished arse,' Karel Kromhout added, moving behind her quickly. With equal speed he slapped her protective hands away.

  Then he picked up the collar from the floor. It had silver studs on the outside, was the kind of thick collar worn by a large dog like an Alsatian. As the watchers watched, he slid it around Geri's throat, and buckled it in place.

  'It doesn't hurt,' Justus said, looking over at Ruth intently. 'It just makes her feel more slave-like and it gives us an appendage on which to fasten her wrists.'

  He handed the glistening accoutrements to Karel who fastened them to the leather band. Ruth could now see that they were chrome hoops which linked the girl's wrist cuffs to her collar. Now her legs were still tethered apart to the floor, but she looked as if she'd put her hands behind her head.

  'She couldn't stay like that for long. It's not comfortable,' Justus Lederwaren said, looking at Ruth and then at Franklin.

  Karel Kromhout laughed. 'But I suspect that she won't have to, that her pussy will betray her really quick.'

  'It won't, sir,' Geri whispered. She twisted around as she said the words, and looked pleadingly at Karel. Then her eyes focused on Ruth and Franklin, and she blushed some more. 'I won't come without permission,' she muttered, her nipples stiffening. 'I just won't.'

  'That's what your upper mouth says. Let's see what those lower lips want,' Karel Kromhout said in his usual crude voice. 'Now what can this little switch do? I really must press it and see what happens,' the man continued. Geri groaned. She was obviously familiar with the switch's purpose and with its long term effects.

  Karel Kromhout pressed a button lower down the phallic machine and the entire thick rod immediately started vibrating gently. Its effect on the bound girl's sex centre was obviously quite strong. She exhaled hard and then pushed her body against the machine so that a quarter inch of it disappeared inside her eager sex tunnel. Ruth watched the black cock entering the white and inner-pink quim.

  Geri wasn't watching herself being turned on - but she was obviously feeling it. She sagged slightly at the waist and moved her bound arms forward a little way. Now that she'd impaled her rim on the machine she didn't seem to have the willpower to rise off it. Either that, or the blissful

sensations had robbed her spread-eagled legs of their remaining strength.

  'Does the bad pussy like that?' Karel Kromhout taunted, walking in front of the tethered girl.

  'Y-e-s,' Geri said through breath, the word a drawn out whimper. Ruth watched the girl's bum cheeks closing more tightly together as she flexed her thighs above the arousing machine.

  'But the pussy knows that it mustn't come, that it must learn self discipline,' the trainee Master added gloatingly. In answer, the blonde girl groaned. 'I didn't hear the pussy's reply,' Karel Kromhout continued in a low clear voice.

  'I'll... try not to... come,' the Swedish infidel said, her buttocks twitching like they were being stung.

  'Because what happens if you do come?' the Dutchman prompted, picking up the riding crop from the floor and running it insinuatingly through his fingers as he walked around her excited nubile frame.

  'I'll be sorry,' Geri gasped out. There was an almost unbearable sexual frenzy in her voice. Her spread thighs trembled.

  'How sorry?' her tormentor queried, lashing the whip against the floor so that the sound echoed through the Punishment Room. He repeated the question in a voice as soft as silk. 'Mm, my sweet? How sorry will you be? How sorry will your arse be?' But Geri seemed to be lost for words.

  Justus Lederwaren joined Ruth and Franklin on the bench.

  'Will she fail the test?' Ruth asked.

  'What do you think?' Justus answered, raising his eyes heavenward.

  Ruth imagined how she'd feel if her own sex was positioned over that devilish machine. The vibrations would thrill the rim of her vulva and emanate up, up, up, also spiralling to her clitoris. Her labial leaves would be resting on the oscillating head. The resonance would send signals which said almost, almost, almost, and in desperation she'd bear down on the thick shaft a little bit.

  Ruth looked back. Geri was indeed moving more greedily against the phallic machine. Her sex seemed to suck another half inch of the black cock in and hold it captive. A light sheen of perspiration now coated her back and shoulders. Her bum was still crisscrossed with zealous cruel red.

  'Please let me come,' she whispered in a lust-filled voice.

  'Permission denied, girl,' Karel Kromhout said laconically.

  'But I need to...' the Swedish girl pleaded, squirming more urgently against the tool.

  'Do you need to come as much as your hot bum needs a thrashing?'

  'No, please. Got to... can't bear...' The girl seemed to reach some point of unthinking need, and lapsed into her native Swedish. Then each sinew of her nude body stiffened and she cried out and convulsed in ecstasy against the pulsating machine. 'Ah,' she gasped out. 'Ah, ah, aaaaaaaaah.' Her fingers moved spasmodically against her own hair, her arms moving the little they could courtesy of the wrist bonds. A trickle of perspiration seeped from under her collar and made its shiny way to her glistening back. 'Ah,' she said again. 'Uh, uh, uh, uh. Jesus!' Ruth knew that the contractions which follow orgasm were taking place.

  When Geri's ecstatic cries and overjoyed writhing eventually stopped, Karel Kromhout switched off the pussy-pleasuring implement. Then he undid the cuffs from the collar and from her slim wrists, and she put her arms around his neck and held on tight. Next he unbound her ankles and rubbed her spread-eagled legs.

  Ruth stared at the Scandinavian girl's taut thighs and wet-look pubis. Watching this whipping and quim-based teasing had made her feel so strange. Part of her had hated watching the naked girl's buttocks reddening. Another part of her had wanted to see.

  'Does she... Will Mr Kromhout use the riding crop again because she came without permission?' she asked, her voice strained.

  'Personally I'd cane her,' Franklin said, slapping his palms together hard.

  Justus Lederwaren looked from one to the other. 'No, her hindquarters have suffered sufficiently for today.' He cast an expansive hand around the room with its many devices. 'I'm sure Karel will come up with a punishment which doesn't involve her bum.' He looked back at his contemporary, who was now ordering the girl to bring her spread legs together and stand in place.

  'Shall I leave the Punishment Chamber now?' Geri murmured hopefully.

  'Yes, but you have to be chastened first for obeying your sex core rather than your brain's directives,' Karel Kromhout replied.

  'Please, not my... not my haunches again,' Geri whispered. Her hands fluttered towards her posterior.

  'No more whipping today,' her trainee Master said detachedly. He looked at Ruth, Franklin and Justus sitting on the bench, then turned the naked girl around until she was facing them. 'Geri - you're about to greet our visitors intimately.'

  Geri made quick eye contact with Ruth then looked away again, her face suddenly turning more florid than her bottom.

  'Don't be shy, sweetheart. They've already seen you squirming on a plastic cock and shrieking to the heavens,' Karel Kromhout continued. 'And they've heard you admit that you've fucked men other than your husband since you got wed.'

  That was her crime too. Suddenly Ruth couldn't meet the fairer girl's eyes, or look at her hard-nippled breasts or her gently trembling tummy. She stared at the floor, then cast a quick glance at Franklin, only to find him staring at the blonde's shaven pubes. Damn it. She, Ruth, had turned her normally loving man into a woman hater. She wished again that she could undo her adulterous acts.

  'Your punishment is to show the strangers your rebuked arse,' the Dutchman said. Geri toed the floor with one bare foot, then she glanced at him, her eyes beseeching. 'You're the one who likes to show off your charms in nightclubs,' her Master continued. 'So show Mr and Mrs Byrne your bum and tits.' He clipped one of the chrome rings to the collar which the girl was still wearing and pulled her slowly over to the three people seated on the bench.

  Justus Lederwaren immediately stood up and addressed everyone in the room. 'I'll just prepare Ryka next door. I'll give you the guided tour before we actually cane her.' He looked at Franklin. 'We often tether a girl in the punishment position for a few minutes before we chastise her. Gives her time to reflect on her most floggable crimes.' He smiled. 'Obviously we leave one of the other girls in the room so that she can be freed if she feels ill or needs to go to the bathroom. Sometimes they start playing with each other and earn extra stripes.'

  Franklin half-nodded. He was still staring up at Geri. Ruth risked a glance in the same direction and saw the desire and shame vying for supremacy in the girl's eyes.

  'Show the nice man what a misbehaving backside looks like,' Karel prompted, moving the collared girl closer by the chrome ring. He kept up the tension until the girl was facing sideways to Franklin's lap.

  'Get over my knee now,' Franklin snapped.

  Ruth jumped in surprise at his words and his tone. She was glad that they weren't directed at her, felt sorry for Geri. The Swedish girl looked at his trousered legs, then swiftly obeyed. Ruth shifted along so that no part of her body touched the girl's head or outstretched arms. She didn't want to see which parts of the naked girl her husband groped.

  'Ruth - cup Geri's full breasts,' Karel Kromhout instructed. 'Feel how much Franklin's touch excites her.'

  Both Ruth and Geri groaned and bit their lips. 'I can't,' Ruth whispered. She put her hands behind her back. She'd never as much as kissed another woman on the cheek, far less cupped her chest.

  'If you don't,' Karel warned, 'you'll take her place between the oak beams and dance under my whip.'

  The twenty-two year old remembered how Geri had looked, naked and spread-eagled. She wasn't ready for that level of dishonour yet. 'Alright, I'm doing it,' she whispered, sidling back along the wooden bench then staring down at Geri's bosom. Marshalling every ounce of her resources, she opened her hands wide then placed her palms under the girl's large round tits. Each breast felt surprisingly warm and undeniably smooth, almost silky. Ruth looked down and saw the pinky-brown nipples elongating at her touch.

  She turned her attention to Geri's face. The Swede's eyes were shut, her full mouth twitching with cowed humiliation. That twitch intensified as Franklin began to speak.

  'Those whip marks are still hot,' he murmured, and Ruth could see that he was tracing the crop's feverish lines. 'But there are places in between that haven't been warmed yet.' He fingered the marks some more, intensifying their redness. 'If I'd been whipping you then you'd have had a much sorer bum.'

  'Yes, sir,' Geri whispered in a compliant voice. The cropping or the orgasm had rid her of her earlier sarcasm. Now she just wriggled on her bare belly across the man's suited lap.

  'And I'd have made you touch your toes and ask me very nicely for the cane,' Franklin continued, fondling the dark crease between her naked buttocks. 'How many strokes would you need before you started to beg very sweetly? Six? Seven? Eight?'

  'After the first stroke, sir,' the naked girl replied with obvious feeling.

  'She dreads the cane most. It really hurts,' Justus Lederwaren commented, coming back into the room. He looked pointedly at Karel, then asked 'Join us on the guided tour?'

  Karel shrugged. 'No, I'll go and have a word with Ryka.'

  'Just talk her down, then,' Justus added, and Ruth could hear the underlying tension in his voice. 'Don't start the caning till we all get back.'

  'Would I?' Karel laughed as he made his way towards the connecting door. Justus helped Geri up from Franklin's lap, and they started to make their way towards the Punishment Chamber's exit on the other side of the room.

  'I hope I never have to go through what you just did,' Ruth whispered to Geri looking at the fairer girl's soundly thrashed posterior.

  'You needn't if you learn well here,' Justus Lederwaren answered, holding open the door.

  For a moment Ruth felt secure, knew that she could ride the storm of her adultery. Then she heard Karel Kromhout's voice reach out to her from across the room.

  'But if you don't learn quickly enough,' he warned, and his tone was full of gloating and anticipation. 'Then I'll give you the harshest caning that this House has ever seen.'

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