The PUNISHMENT ROOM (vol 2)

                              TJ Ryder

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   The further adventures of Will Graham, college student sent to

the experimental female run prison of OakDale for remedial sexual

harassment punishment. A luscious prison guard on his cell block had

discovered the use of the hidden cameras to detect the naked males jacking

off, and had used it to her advantage, as Will and the whole staff listened

to the screaming from inside the cinder block

interior room called the Punishment Room.

   Some of the other guards, Daphne knew, realized she was aware of the camera

trick but it was an inside little secret, and didn't let on.

    As time passed, Will had suspected she was using the camera from the

beginning, and after several weeks, confirmed his suspicion as Daphne did

several other boys, first by teasing them, then catching them.  Followed by

what the other guards laughingly referred to as the night's symphony of

muffled pain from the punismment room.  But Will by devising a simple

geometric method of avoiding the angles, realized he would probably never

be caught jacking off if he didn't want it.  However, he realized that he

also wouldn't be able to make his pitch to Daphne either, who he loved,

unless he also followed her down to the PR on her genital leash.  He felt

she kind of liked him also.  She paused several times to talk during the

slow moments.  The boys had a volleyball team and Will noticed her see him

score a goal.  Daphne was bi, he felt, and maybe her early relationships with

males were very unsatisfactory because they were always in a superior

position and abused it.

   While he mused on the object of his love, Daphne was remembering attending

a seminar where a guard from another facility had married one of the prisoners

and they both were present to talk about their life together.

   She remembered sitting there, holding hands with Paula with about thirty

other girls, mostly guards but some staff workeers as a girl wearing a police

uniform led an embarassed naked male on a leash to the podium, introducing

themselves as man and wife, and also mistress and slave.  The male spoke first,

still embarassed by his nudity, which was regulation in Oakdale for males,

even males who were no longer inmates.

    He was a nice looking young man, Tom J., about 23, who recounted his

experience. 

    "I served 3 months in an identical facility in California

and met Tammy, I mean, Mistress Tammy, there."  All the girls were very

interested in this.

    "Did she discipline you there, Tom?" asked the Headmistress.

    "Yes ma'am," he replied, "she did me three out of the five times I was

disciplined."

    "And Tammy," the Headmistress continued, "did you sense anything special

about this young man?" she asked with a laugh, as Tammy also laughed.

   "Well," she said, squeezing his hand, "I did kind of like him," enjoying

his look, "but I was also a little surprised when he wrote me after he got out."

    A shapely guard asked, "when did you decide to contact her, Tom?"

    "Well, mistress, it was a little different from me deciding. I knew by the

second week of the training that I was in love with Tammy.  But I just figured

it was impossible. After I came back and was in school I realized I was still

in love and tried to call her, but couldn't get through.  So I sat down and

wrote her a letter."

   His wife/mistress added, "and it was a very sweet letter, and I wanted to

respond but the official attitude of non social contact was quite explicit. 

However, my transfer to the state police went through and then I contacted him."

   "Didn't," a girl asked, "you have trouble picturing him, you know, not as a prisoner?"

    "Not really," Tammy smiled, "because in our letters we agreed to keep the

parts of the relationship we enjoyed.  I enjoyed our sessions of discipline and

that's how I remembered him.  It was a little shock meeting him in a restaurant

and driving a sports car, but we adjusted."

   "Yes, how did you get past that?" Tammy asked Tom if he wanted to handle that.

   "Well," he said, "after lunch, which was a little awkward I admit, I walked

her to her car in the parking ramp, and once there, I knelt and kissed her feet.

  I had to do something."  The girls laughed.

   Tammy resumed talking.  "Yes, I was a bit embarassed because cars were going

by, but it established our relationship as mistress and slave."  She held up a

big diamond engagement ring.  Now they were expecting a child.  Many of the girls

were very interested in their daily life, how they worked things out.  Daphne

wondered if it was possible to get a male in here to fall in love with her, in

spite of the training, or because of it.  It had gotten quiet again on her shift.

  She had gotten into the habit of talking to Will on her rounds, and he was

always politely respectful.  She never caught him though, and sometimes it

seemed that he arranged himself to avoid her hidden camera.

   In break room she listened to the gossip, sipping her coffee.  Maria was

complaining of having to do a red, a grade 2.  This type of punishment  in

between a pink and a bloody was unsatisfying to most of the girls.  Just when

the male was about to really benefit from the experience they had to stop.

Chloe, a buxom blonde on D block came over and agreed.

    "I know just how you feel, Maria. I did one last week like that.  If I had

just five more minutes I would have had him singing sweetly for me. In fact I

dialed the headmistress to ask her if I could proceed and she said no.  She

said the punishments were not designed for our benefit.  Well I personally

think its not good for the subjects either."

  There was widespread agreement among the girls.  They talked about the

'special moments'.  Special moments were types of experiences during the

training they were trained to look for, and they also looked forward to. 

Maria said her favorite was that first moment, when a male begins to break.

Daphne was torn between several special moments.  She finally siad she

thought the best time was taking a subject all by herself into a room for

sincere puppy training.  Chloe asked her about the discipline, and Daphne

replied she also liked that time between when they first cracked and when

she finished them.  Everyone agreed that was special.

    "I just look at my watch," said Chloe, "when they first begin to break,

and when its over I just can't believe how much time has passed. It always

seems to just fly by."

    "That's why having your own slave," said Maria, "like that California girl,

makes sense.  Then you don't have to worry about rules or anything, and take

your time." Daphne nodded, thinking about Will.

    Later that night, approaching bed time, Will waited as he heard Daphne

approach on her metal tipped high heels on the concrete walkway, as she gave

a last tease to the boys.  She expected to see Will waiting for her as usual,

but she was surprised to see him on the couch, and fully erect, blushing a

little.  'Mmmm', she thought, "maybe this is the night.'

    Will had let himself get hard, getting ready for this moment, hearing her

approach.  They talked this time about silly things, both thinking of more

vital things to come.  And when Daphne made as if to leave, she spilled her

keys onto the walkway, bending over and showing her cleavage, seeing out of

the corner of her eye how Will gaped at her charms.  She had him, yes, she

knew it!  As she bent over and heard a half stifled groan of desire, she knew

she had him by the pent up balls.  With a malicious little smile, she said

good night and swished off, her butt twitching side to side, knowing he was

staring.  Then she hurried to her console, fingering the dial to turn the

camera to his cell..

Will pretended not to notice the far away camera point to him as he arranged

himself on the cot facing it directly.  His legs spread, one elbow holding him

up so it caught everything.  Then he pretended to hesitantly touch his erection,

as if unwilling,  and realized he was crazy thinking of deliberately getting

caught.  He had heard even the muffled screams from behind the

concrete block punishment room from two stories away.  Chilled, but also

horney, he reluctantly stopped stroking.  He saw by a reflection of his

hand mirror lying on his washbasin, that the camera stayed on him, until

he picked up a magazine, and then it went away, came back, and went away

again.  Taking a deep breath, he saw with mixed emotions that Daphne had

gone onto more likely suspects.  And he still needed to get off.  The vision of

her shapely butt in bikini panties bending over was flooding his mind still,

and his swollen balls were testament that for several nights he hadn't been

able to get off.  So when he was sure the camera was focussed, he kept one

eye on it, and began squeezing his thick dripping hardon.

    "Prisoner C34, JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"  yelled a voice from his

cell bars.

  Will turned and looked at the shocked face of Chloe, her arms folded.  Just

then the red light and whistle on his cell went on, but Chloe switched them off

as she reached for his clipboard.

   'Oh shit," Will thought, 'I didn't monitor somebody coming on the crosswalk.'

Just then he heard Daphne turning the corner, breathless.  Chloe entered

the cell and he shrank from the welts she gave him with her riding crop.

    Daphne's heart sank when she turned the corner and saw Chloe working

him over, the rival guard's big breasts heaving and her face angry.  She

joined him with a few welts across his buttocks, making him cry out.

   Her heart sank when she saw Chloe take a break as she cuffed him, and

pick up Will's chart by the cell door and make an entry on it.

   "Oh, Chloe," Daphne said, "I just rang the bell on him."

    "Yes I heard you but..." Chloe said, making Will turn around as she

cuffed him and attached his scrotum leash before unlocking is cell to

lead him out.  "but I'm afraid I caught him first Daphne. 

I wasn't trying to catch anyone on your block, just cutting

through, but he was masturbating himself so brazenly I couldn't possibly

ignore it."

    "No," Daphne said weakly, "no of course you couldn't..  I suppose you

want to  do him then...  I was hoping to have him myself."

    Chloe smiled in response, leading Will out of the cell by his scrotum leash,

  "your'e welcome to watch if you like, but its break time and there has to be a

minimum number of guards on the floors."  Daphne watched them go by, and

Will  turned around and said with his lips, silently, 'I'm sorry'.  Daphne thought

that was rather sweet.

   "Was he sorry," she thought, "he was caught, or that I didn't catch him? 

I wonder."  She was still pissed, because the other prisoners were shy

after one was caught.

    Will obediently marched behind Chloe's shapely swaying backside, trying not

to get his scrotum tugged by her leash, as the buxom beauty stepped down the

steel spiral staircase to the first level, and then over to the infamous cinder

block windowless confined area known as the Punishment Room.  Chloe was happy

it was unoccupied, and sighed up.  Will saw the inside of the grim room for the

first time as she led him in.  It was about 20 by 40 feet with some very strange

furniture, except it wasn't furniture.  He knew it was devices to restrain and

torture men.  Chloe marched him over to a rough heavy wooden frame and bound

his wrists and ankles, spreadeagle, before undoing his scrotum collar and leash.

  He thought she was very attractive, although he dearly wished his Daphne was

there instead.  Chloe was attractive.  She was voluptuous, top heavy with a

42d,25 36 body that remained firm thanks to exercise and her youth.  Her low

cut blouse exposing much creamy flesh, and her perpetually spoiled and arrogant

expression clearly exposed the personality that made her become a guard.

   Standing in front of him, her hands balled on her hips, she frowned.

"Your name is Will Graham, correct," she asked?  "Well, Will, I want to tell

you that I'm not at all pleased with you.  That was the most brazen masturbation

I ever saw."

   "I'm really sorry, mistress," he said, clearing his throat.

    She smiled cruelly, "not as sorry as you will be, I can assure you of that."

She turned her back to him angrily, and began unbuttoning her blouse, and

unfastening the belt of her  micro skirt.

    "But I still think you owe me an explanation, young man.  Why did you do that

so openly?"

    "Um, well," Will replied, digging for the right answer, "I ah, saw you earlier

, mistress, walking by, and you were so gorgeous, you know, and I couldn't help

thinking, so I ended up, up, you know."

    Her back facing him, Chloe smiled smugly, dropping her short skirt.  She

liked teasing males into a frenzy but never got one to jack off in

plain view before. 

    "I suppose I should be flattered by that, but I'm not," she lied, smiling

as she took her bra off, the ample sides of her big breasts now visible to Will

from behind.  She smirked as she bent over to slip off her skirt and he groaned.

  She used a small compact mirror to primp up, adjusting her hair and makeup,

still with her back to Will.  She wore only sheer bikini panties and six inch

stilletto heels and a gold chain around her slim neck with the pendant almost

totally obscured between her big breasts.  She turned to face him with a little

flourish, enjoying his gaping reaction to her lush body, and was gratified he

was fully erect, as her strip tease had its desired effect.  She liked the fact

that she had driven him into jacking off, and now would punish his erection

for it, making her feel he was her conquest.

x    "But," she smiled, "I am glad you confessed your reason.  I was angry

because it seemed like rebellious behavior on your part, which is very serious."

   "Oh no, mistress," he said, truthfully for the first time. "I never meant

to rebel."

   "That's nice," she said, "because it would only be much harder for you."

She moved a little closer, pulling a stool up and sitting down, her head almost

his height.  "Maybe we should start over then.  I like to take a novice like

yourself and sit down and talk first.  Its much nicer that way, I have found,

if I know the young man first.  Your'e going to receive a grade 1 whipping,"

she smiled, "also called a 'pink'"  She moved her hands up her lush body,

cupping her big breasts in her hands, enjoying his hot gaze.

x   "In the future, if you misbehave again, you will receive more serious

punishments, but I'm sure you will agree this will be memorable."  Her big

firm breasts already had turgid thick brown nipples as she took out a device

that looked like a pair of calipers with a dial.

    "This," she said, "is a device to measure your pain threshold.  Cry out

when you feel it really hurts."  She placed the edges around his right nipple,

and started applying pressure.  "Ouch!" he said and he expected her to stop,

but she continued, and he began to writhe with the pain, when she suddenly

released him.  She smiled and looked at the dial.

    "Did you think that silly little ouch was a true response," she said. 

"Hmmm, you have a low pain threshold it seems." She smiled.  "Oh, you may

ask respectful questions if you wish."

   "Um,mistress, what does the pain threshold mean?"

    "Well, on a scale of 1 to 10, you measure a 4, kind of low for a guy.  But

it's not bad to have a low PT.  It actually helps in here because you'll

respond nicely even with moderate admonishment.  I personally prefer boys with

low PTs.  I'll put it on your chart so others will know."

    "What, ah, mistress, are you going to do?"

    She lookd up at his eyes, "to you, you mean? I'm sure you mean what am I

going to do to you, that's what all novices ask.  You are going to be corrected,

by me.  I am going to punish your genitals.  I hope you aren't going to cry or

beg.  It really won't help you, you know."

   Will looked over at an area with a rug and dog food bowl and other stuff.

   "Uh, mistress, what's that area for?"

    She turned to look where he was looking and smiled smugly.  "Oh that, We

usually use that area for higher grade punishments, to make sure the subject

has learned his lesson before releasing him."

   "Are you going to use it today, mistress, for me?"

    She smiled, "perhaps, we'll see how it goes."  She had already decided to

add that, because he appeared the right type.  Some boys saw that dog food bowl

and quaked, fearing the humiliation more than pain, and those were the ones she

loved working with.

    She continued, "I don't do whippings usually from C Block.  D Block where

I work only has a few novices like yourself still left."

    "Do you do many whippings, mistress?"

     "Well," she thought, "perhaps 3 or 4 a week.  Sometimes more."  She shifted

close to him, each pendant breast capped with her erect brown nipple fully

distended.  She moved up her hands along her body, enjoyiong his lustful hot

gaze.  She loved doing a boy's first pink, enjoying their shock as they realized

a beautiful woman would make them suffer, and torturing their precious genitals

as well.  After that she liked doing the heavier grade punishments, and for those

she liked to explain in detail what she would do, watching their faces, before

teasing and torturing.

    "The nice thing about this facility," she said with an arrogant smile,

"is coming down here with a difficult young man, each of us angry, and having

it all dissolve away.  Usually I can see what stage a boy is in on my block,

and pretty much time when he'll be coming down here,.  I know you havent cum

in a long time, have you? And every time you try it gets a little worse."

  She smiled and using her thumbs

and index fingers, squeezed her thick hard nipples as he groaned with desire,

his stiff shaft throbbing in front of her.

    "Then,"she continued, "he wants to masturbate, but tries not to, night after

night.  And he becomes angry and fearful and hostile.  He becomes so frustrated

it affects everyone, even us guards."  She smiled as she thought of the many

times she wandered by cells exposiong her lush body, watching thick throbbing

erections under the sheets, warning the boys to keep their hands at the top of

the bed.

    "And finally," she said, "he is caught masturbating, just like you were, and

brought down here, right on schedule.  Tell me why you do it."  She removed her

right hand from her breast and grasped his hard cock at the base, squeezing it

gently.  "Does it feel like this, when you do it?"

    Gasping as he felt himself in her warm soft hand, "because, ah, mistress,

ah, because I couldn't help myself.   Your'e just so, so beautiful."

   She grinned maliciously as she pumped him a little. "But that's not allowed

in here, you know. And now your'e about to be whipped.  Are you frightened?"

    He nodded, "yes, mistress, very."

    She smiled, "of course you are, It's okay to be frightened and its okay to

let your feelings show.  That's why I just love watching a boy learn his lesson

in here.  Don't be embarassed about crying or anything.  You see a good session

in here is good if its productive for both guard and subject.  You and I are

going to share a special experience together, and I will enjoy it very much. 

You know your'e lucky wer'e alone, because Iv'e seen as many as four girls with their

subjects in here at a time doing different things.  It's difficult for a novice

to adjust to, at first.  Later, you will see that however many are down here,

it's really made up of separate little worlds worlds!  The subject and torturer

totally alone  in their special own world.  soon I will be the center of your

existence in a short while.

  But it is difficult to get a boy to respond correctly among others at first."

x   She pumped his cock more vigorously, and smiled as drops of precum appeared

on his knob, his breathing broken into gasps as she milked it up and down.

   "Oh yes," she said, "you need to cum now, don't you?  Your balls are so nice

and heavy and swollen, I can feel them.  Go ahead and try to cum."  She squeezed

the base of his penis, shutting down his approaching orgasm while smiling smugly.

    When he recovered, she removed her hand, and using her thumbs, slowly peeled

her panties down, her tick brown muff visible to his eyes, her pudenda already

swollen as she shifted on the warm vinyl top of the stool.

    "That's right, you may look at my body.  Go ahead."  She continued her

stroking of his cock, slowly bringing him along again, while cupping one breast

with her other hand.

     "Oh my, still a little anxious are we?"  Then she turned her beautiful

backside to him, and pressed his swollen cock between her smooth cheeks,

feeling him throb.  "Oooh, I see you like this a lot, giggle!" Turning back

because she didn't want him to accidentally cum,  she grasped his

shaft again, at the base, squeezing gently.

    "oooh Yes, as I was saying, I bring a frustrated temperamental boy down

here, and  its just so nice.  In an hour or so I watch him change so much."

     (Groan) Will moaned, letting himself get totally hard, trying to cum

now in her soft hand.  She watched him with amusement. 

     "I love watching  a boy change like that, as he develops the correct

attitude.  It's true its very painful, but that's a small price for learning an

important lesson, don't you think?"

     Will couldn't talk, his cock throbbing in her hand, staring at her body.

  She parted her thighs a little, showing her swollen wet cuntlips as she pumped

his cock slowly, revelling on his gaze at her charms.  She didn't mind that they

knew their pain was going to give her pleasure.  She wanted her subjects to know.

    "Yes," she murmured, gripping him harder and feeling him throb in her

palm, "that's right, try to cum, you need to soo bad, don't you?  And your'e

so priviledged to see my body," she added arrogantly, preening as he

stared at her while blushing,

    "but it makes this ache so, doesn't it, humm?

Yes, as I said, it's very satisfying to be instrumental in making a difficult

young man change.  When I brought you down here I was very angry, but I knew

that in just a little while I would be feeling so much better."  Finally he tried

to cum desperately, thrusting his swollen glans at her, and she let him almost

get off, before stopping with a cruel smug smile on her lips as he gaped and

groaned, feeling her hand shut down the orgasm again by squeezing the base of

his cock.  Then she removed her hand and slipped a brass cock ring down to

keep him hard. Arching her breats to him and squeezing her pendant nipples

again with both hands she said, "now," adding a little primly as she reached

for her many tailed genital whip, "I think your'e ready for me to begin, don't

you think?"

    Crossing her ripe thighs, she lightly flicked the miniature cat of nine

tails across his shaft, making him wince with pain.  Looking at him intently,

she repeated it a little harder.

      WHACK!  The hot exquisite pain rocked him

back and forth, shocking him with its intensity.

      WHACK!  His teeth clenched,

sweat popping out on his forehead, he waited for the next blow.  WHACK! 

Chloe paused until he had almost recovered from each blow, her left hand

squeezing her nipple, as she slowly repeated the lash on his cock and balls

for about ten minutes, and he began to break down under her whip.

   WHACK!  She smiled as he began to cry out, and quickly did another.  WHACK!

as she sent his still stiff hardon swinging to and fro.   He was crying out

openly now, after each blow. WHACK! Will screamed in agony.

  Chloe smiled and  sighed deeply, uncrossing her legs and parting them

and raising them up and leaning back so she could put her left hand

on her swollen cunt.  slightly.

     WHACK!  WHACK!   AAAGUHHH"HHH!!!

She released her nipple with her left hand as she whipped him and using her

index finger, began tracing around her drooling cunt.

     "Oooh, screaming so nicely already.  I don't mind at all, (sigh)"

      WHACK!  Now just barely touching her hard clitoris, as she pooled out

cunt cream onto the stool as she whipped him, enrapt by his responses

to her whip.

      WHACK!  Having much experience, she frigged herself slowly, timing her

touches to his responses.   She wanted to time her orgasm to his suffering, as

she slowed down and sped up, depending on his reaction.

   WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

    Smiling smugly at him, "what a repentant little crybaby," as he began

sobbing between screams of pain.  "Now didn't I tell you you'd be singing a

different tune?"  As she played the small whip up and down his cock and

testicles, which were turning a hot pink under the impact of the many blows,

she kept her finger on her clit, touching herself now with every scream. 

Finally, she felt it time to finish him, and began to concentrate on the

sensitive untouched knob, making him wail and write even more intensely,

and she moaned softly with pleasure and sighed with relief as her cunt

cream sprayed out.

      WHACK   Scream, sob sob.

      "(Sigh), mmmmm," she moaned, creaming as her inflated clitoris

swelled up. She had a multiorgasmic cum as she breathed in his

screams and writhing and shrieking before eventually slumping half conscious

in his bonds.

    She sighed deeply, and then got up from the stool, and gave him some water

and dextrose to revive him, which he drank avidly.  As she stood close to him

she used a warm wet cloth to clean and massage his glans, and his brain was

again tricked into getting hard.  She expected it and chuckled arrogantly at

his involuntary reaction.

    "Now," she smiled, feeling warm and glowing all over, which was usual for

a nice session, "I think it would be nice if I led you over there," nodding

to where the dog food bowl was.  "On your knees of course.  I think you need

some additional puppy training, don't you?"  He looked at her, and dumbly

nodded, afraid to do anything else as she smiled.  Thirty minutes later, she

looked at her tiny watch and then down at the abject creature licking her feet.

"Time's up for today, prisoner," she said coolly.  She smiled as she dressed

in front of him, putting a fresh pair of panties on, as he cleaned the area,

both of blood and sweat but of her dried cream on the stool.

    Inspecting the work, she looked down at him patronizingly, "I think you did

nicely for a novice.  Do you have anything you want to say to me now?"  He

apologized again, very sincerely, and begged her to accept his pleas.  She

smugly smiled and patted his head, having had a lovely satisfying experience.

    "But first," she giggled, "why doesn't Fido give me a nice spitshine.  My

pumps get so dusty on the walkway!"

    Will moved his face to her leather clad toes, and licked across them, as

Chloe giggled some more.

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