Mark was curious about Carole’s experience but didn’t want to force it so it was 3 days later when she
finally brought it up and he felt it was okay to talk about.
“I think I was more afraid of it than anything else. Once it began and I actually felt it, I knew I’d make it.
“It was worse than my fantasies but not as bad as I was afraid it would be. Does that make any sense?”
“Sure it does. Our imaginations can picture impossible things. But you were very brave. Even after seeing that guy... um, Brennan get whipped so hard, you kept it together.”
“So did your friend Raven. Watching her really helped.”
“You seem really upbeat today. Any reason?”
“Well, it’s weird. For the first time in a really long time I don’t feel guilty.”
“Guilty of what, exactly?”
“Things I did, things I didn’t do. Things I said and didn’t say but should have. People I’ve hurt unintentionally.
A hundred things... no, a thousand things, you know?”
“And being punished, even for something else, freed you from that?”
“Yeah, I think that’s it. Does that seem weird?”
“I don’t think so. I guess it’s like going to Confession.”
“I was never spanked when I was little. I got sent to my room to ’think about what I’d done’, ” she said, making finger quotes.
Their routine of him removing the belt, letting her use the toilet while he watched, and his cleaning her up and locking her back in it had become a smooth routine. Carole wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be trapped in the damned device but she was sure she’d miss this little shared intimacy when it ended.
Mark could see a marked difference in her mien as the date of Carole’s next session with the Punisher grew closer. Gone was the fear that had preceded the first time but there was definitely a noticeable energy increase.
“Are you afraid?” he asked.
“No, Sir. But I keep thinking of things I feel sorry for, things I feel guilt about. And I know it probably sounds weird, but I’m hoping the next...” Carole seemed to have a hard time saying it but eventually muttered, “whipping, will clear those away like the first one did.
Mark considered this before commenting. “These punishments are intended to correct your behavior. But there’s certainly no reason you can’t modify their impact. Don’t worry about what got you there, think about it as an open apology to every person you’ve wronged.”
“I can make believe they’re watching, can’t I...?”
“That sounds like an excellent idea. And if you want to, you can let them know when and where it’s happening and that you want to dedicate it to them as an apology.”
Carole was visibly aroused by this idea. “I could invite them to come and watch...” she said softly.
Mark smiled, he knew of the cute girl’s penchant for exhibitionism. But what the heck, if it helped her, why not?
“I hope I remember them all. There’s only two days left so I can’t do much. But maybe they’d want to see next week.”
“Well, I think that’s a fine strategy. And I’d love to stay and talk but I’m going to be late for work.
The next morning Mark arrived and after undergoing their usual routine, he presented Carole with a gift. It was a book wrapped in plain brown paper and when she opened it she saw that he’d written in very precise and neat letters, “CAROLE COLLIN’S GUILT DIARY.”
She smiled but gave him a questioning look.
“You said you wanted to remember all the people you felt you’d wronged and I thought it would be easier to do that if you wrote their names and what you did down somewhere.”
Impulsively she hugged him and gave him a kiss even though she knew that was forbidden, “Thank you so much! I love it!”
Pulling away she told him, “And I can add things I feel guilty about too, can’t I?”
He smiled, “Yes. Things like making physical contact and kissing me even though I have forbidden it.”
Matching his smile she opened the book to page one and asked for a pen.
She wrote: Demerits: Hugging without permission, kissing without permission
And bowing her head, she whispered submissively, “I’m very sorry, Sir. I hope when you’re watching tomorrow that you’ll accept it as my penance for being so forward.”
Picturing a future filled with her punishments, Mark smiled. “Yes. That will be acceptable. This time.”
The last two words send a shudder of excitement through Carole’s body as she created a nearly identical future in her mind. More than the next day’s public whipping, that was the image that danced and teased through her mind for the rest of the day, carrying with it a very negative impact on her day’s work.
That evening she would enter that detail into her diary.
On the morning of her second punishment Mark arrived extra early so he could prepare her and have her at the courthouse in plenty of time.
The first thing he noticed, even before she removed her robe to have him unlock the restrictive belt was the heady fragrance of her arousal and he was not surprised when he opened its locks to see that her vulva and upper thighs were shiny with her copious juices.
He made no comment as he carefully wiped them away but could see that doing so only produced more so he instead took her to the toilet to relieve herself.
She had long gotten over being embarrassed by his presence and even come to sort of enjoy it. It reminded her of their roles in an unintentionally erotic way.
Cleaning her thoroughly afterwards, he did his best to sop up her steadily flowing lubrication but eventually realized it was a futile effort at best.
Locked back in, despite her having come to hate its preventing her from relieving herself with an orgasm, now gave her an odd feeling of security. It removed one decision from her life and though there were many more she faced daily, it had become a welcome cocoon.
Again she selected her lightest, smoothest clothes to wear to her punishment- a light satin blouse and loose fitting tap pants. Those she chose in navy blue, hoping that they’d hide her inevitable wetness.
Her escort nodded his approval, “Good choice.” In his hands he held the handcuffs he usually carried on his belt.
Recalling the protocol, Carole turned and presented her hands behind her back.
The clicking as they were tightened sounded very loud to both sets of ears.
As they left her apartment and headed to his patrol car they passed her building’s manager who was already well aware of the reason she looked as she did. The dirty old pervert had been at the first punishment and would be at today’s. He winked and said softly, “Be seeing you soon, you naughty girl.” His smarmy words knotted her stomach and she wanted to throw up on his shoes. But Mark’s hand on her elbow moved her along and out the door.
Apparently the manager wasn’t the only one looking forward to her public debasement today. Outside, a couple of the teen-aged boys she’d seen around greeted her with hoots and hollers.
They were too young to be admitted to the public punishment, they had to be 18 for that. But they had seen more than one of the videos that had been posted online. That realization sent a wave of nausea through her gut but also thrilled her. In a few years there’d have been so many judicial punishments posted online that they’d only attract the attention of boys like these and Sadists who never tired of watching them.
But for now, Carole was famous. “More like infamous, ” she corrected herself.
She’d always thought of her exhibitionist streak as just anonymous flirtation and enjoyed the attention it brought. Both the positive from the men and the scowls from their mates thrilled her. But her public punishment having gone viral had raised her awareness of it to a whole new level.
She broke the silence, “Officer Wilcox, have you seen one of the videos of my first session on YouTube?”
“Yes. This morning, right before I came to get you.”
“Did you happen to notice how many times it had been viewed?”
Thinking she was asking out of shame or embarrassment, he said dismissively, “I noticed but I don’t think you should worry about it. It will soon be forgotten as the public finds its next new thing.”
“I’d like to know, Sir. Please.”
“It was over 14 thousand this morning, ” he told her.
“FOURTEEN THOUSAND!” the thought of that many people watching, thousands of them masturbating as they did so, sent a thrill to her core and made her pussy gush.
Adjusting his rearview mirror to see her, he saw a very flushed young woman and assumed it was embarrassment.
“I guess it must embarrass you.”
It was a confusing question since her mind never even went there. “No, Sir.”
“Well, you’re sure blushing like it is.”
She was well aware that her face must be crimson. It felt like she’d been sunburned.
“Oh no, Sir. I was just thinking abut all those people who saw me..” she paused before adding, “and were getting themselves off watching me.”
From the first moment their eyes met at the public swimming pool he’d known she had a streak of exhibitionism in her. But he could never have guessed how wide that streak was. He could play with that.
“Maybe I should set up a live feed today... would you like that?”
Suddenly picturing herself chained to a pole on the 50 yard line of a huge stadium filled with thousands and thousands of women and men, most furiously wanking themselves, Carole answered throatily, “Y-y-yes, Sir... I’d like that very much.”
Lost in the fantasy that she would often revisit after she got that damned belt off and received permission from the man in uniform in the front seat, Carole was surprised when they pulled up to the side of the City Hall.
Still in a bit of a daze, she was guided to to the door where the matron waited with her clipboard.
Seeing that it was again the same officer and judging by the prisoner’s expression, it was clear that there was more here than met the eye. She didn’t care, she’d seen it before.
Waiting inside were four of the same people from the previous week as well as an Asian woman of indefinite age. Phon Somavatey had the face and body of someone who could have been anywhere from 18 to 35. Only her eyes, deep and thoughtful, revealed that she was definitely closer to the latter number.
She’d been caught at her job in a massage studio in a sting operation. Arrested after she’d given the fat middle-aged cop his happy ending. She was still furious about it.
Before she had escaped her life as a sex worker in Thailand by marrying an American she had let more than a few of them tie her up and whip her so she wasn’t afraid. Her mother’s hand on a bamboo cane had hurt her much more than any of them ever did.
Her older American had foolishly expected her to be his submissive old-fashioned wife but even before she arrived in the United States she had been aware that women here had far more rights and could stand up for themselves. She stayed with him long enough to get naturalized but he soon learned that she had a backbone of titanium and gave her a divorce. She had been forced to back to the only trade she knew and went to work for a woman who ran a massage studio slash bordello. She treated her women fairly, looked out for them, and only took a small percentage of what they earned..
She had posted bail and gotten Phon a lawyer and she’d been out in a couple of hours.
Her trial had been short, at her attorney’s suggestion she pleaded “No contest” and like Raven was given to be given 20 lashes and 30 days in a chastity belt
She appraised the others and decided they were probably decent people who’d been caught up in the system. Following them into the locker room and seeing them get their cuffs removed so they could strip, she quickly followed suit. Offering her wrists to the matron she followed the others’ example and, like Carole, was soon a naked hobbled and cuffed woman wearing only a chastity belt.
“Lucinda Dark?” Carole asked, gesturing with her head at the green and brass belt that cinched her tiny frame.
It was a pretty silly question, given that there was no one else providing them yet. But it was a connection that made both women feel a tiny bit better.
“Yes... Miss Dahk, ” she answered in her accented English. “You think it pretty?”
“Yes, very much. The color suits you quite well.”
She started to tell Carole about the symbolism of the colors in her home country where gold is associated with royalty, divinity, and wealth, while green represents life, nature, and vitality but the matron cut her off, “Quiet you two!”
Looking at her clipboard, she pointed to Cade first, “Pole number one.”
Phon was assigned to the next one and Carole the third.
Marta Wilson was on number 4 and the much more subdued Tom Brennan was on number five, leaving
Miss Lopez at the opposite end from her lover.
Joni’s expression of disappointment matched her boyfriend’s but they knew enough to stay quiet.
By the time everyone was attached to their respective poles the crowd had swelled to almost twice what had been there the previous week. Already several streaming services were submitting competitive bids for the right to broadcast the weekly punishments here and in other cities.
So far, it was just a few news outlets with cameras on top of their vans and with a glance at the crowd, several hundred people recording or streaming it through their phones.
The barriers had been set far enough back so that the prisoners’ faces would be barely visible in those devices.
But Carole spotted several police officers who were standing much closer, including Officer Wilcox who smiled at her and tapped the phone whose lens showed just above the top of his shirt pocket.
The large crowd was already turning her on but knowing that she was going to watched in a live stream was almost of itself enough to make her cum. “If only I could touch this damned belt with my cunt...”
The matron approached the first pole and read from her clipboard, “Cade Johnson, you have been found guilty of having sex in a public place and indecent exposure. You are to receive ten lashes today and will be free on probation for one year. If you violate that probation you will be returned here for more correction.”
The slender young man would need no further reminders to be a good boy.
His fair skin had almost completely recovered from the previous week. One or two places where the lashes had crossed were now just faint bruises. Much to his chagrin his tumescent organ was already showing signs of life.
“Phon Somavatey, you have been found guilty of solicitation and prostitution. You have been sentenced to twenty lashes and thirty days in that belt. You will receive ten today and ten more in one week’s time.”
Mark shifted his position to get closer and make Carole’s face clear to his audience. She responded with a huge smile and her pussy matched that with copious moisture.
“Carole Collins, you have been found guilty of driving while distracted, failure to observe a Stop sign, and indecent exposure. You have been sentenced to receive 10 lashes today and 10 in one week’s time. These will be followed by16 more days of enforced chastity.”
The eldest, the mom who’d let her son drink at home, was next. Today she seemed much more relaxed than she had a week ago.
“Marta Williams, you have been found guilty of providing alcoholic beverages to a minor, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and disturbing the peace. The court has sentenced you to three sessions of 10 lashes Today is the second and you are to return in seven days for the final punishment.”
The proud, brazen gym rat who’d come here last week was gone, replaced by a person who had spent every waking moment for the last week remembering the brutal beating he had gone through. Most of his stripes were gone but as he dressed that morning, this time in loose clothing, he learned that even smooth nylon felt like sandpaper on his still tender skin.
“Thomas Brennan, you have been found guilty of agravated assault on a police officer while in performance of their duty. You are to receive one hundred lashes. Today you will receive twenty-five and must return in a week for twenty-five more.”
“Joni Lopez, you have been found guilty of having sex in a public place and indecent exposure. You are to receive your final ten lashes today but will be on probation for one year. Any violation of that probation will have you returned here.”
Joni Lopez had learned a lot from her first experience. First, that her boyfriend got turned on by being punished, and second that she liked watching him get punished. They had had an awkward conversation right after their punishments and when she mentioned his arousal he got very defensive, vehemently denying any such thing despite the obvious evidence.
They had not spoken or shared any intimacy since then but Joni had done a lot of exploring online. She had learned that their feelings were not uncommon and as long as they both consented were fine. She’d also spent some time in forums seeking advice about how to introduce Domination and submission into their relationship.
The advice that she thought would work the best was controlling his orgasms. She’d always liked giving head and the idea of using it to control Cade’s behavior was very appealing.
Today she was happy that the poles were arranged in an arc and she’d be able to watch him get punished. It wouldn’t be as much fun as last week but she’d be able to see if he got an erection.
Her thoughts about turning her cute boyfriend into her submissive plaything were interrupted when the hubbub of the crowd suddenly died for a moment before erupting with a near-deafening chant of, “PUN-ISH-ER! PUN-ISH-ER! PUN-ISH-ER!”
Smiling broadly the Punisher made his way towards his subjects that included a pass by the barriers that held back the crowd. He gave a few high-fives, signed a few autographs including one on the top of a woman’s breast with a marker.
His agent had suggested that he do this, along with addressing the prisoners directly before he whipped them. For this his agent had sought permission to have him mic’ed but that had been refused because it would have required every prisoner to give their permission,
Reaching the position behind the first pole, he stripped off his shirt, spurring lots of loud whoops and cheers from mostly the women in the crowd.
“Well hi there, Cade. Nice to see you again.”
Though he wasn’t wearing a microphone he stentorian voice carried easily to the crowd about 20 meters away and his words brought lots of laughs.
“Did you miss me?”
The young man’s whole body blushed as he shook his head.
“Now, now. No need to lie, ” he chided, “I’m sure if you didn’t miss me you at least missed this.” He added, holding up the whip so the crowd and the 18 year old could see it.
“Let’s see if it can give you a hard-on again, why don’t we?”
Joni smiled at his remarks and almost laughed out loud when she saw her boyfriend’s cock twitch.
The lashes this time were all centered on the firm white buttocks. He took the first one much better than he had the first time. Instead of cursing just kind of grunted. By the fifth blow the grunts had become moans and on the other end of the row of poles, his girlfriend saw just what she was hoping for- his completely erect cock.
The tight curves didn’t allow much room so more than a few crossed each other and the marks where they overlapped would be visible for many days.
And be targets for his girlfriend’s new interests.
Leaving the boy he approached the diminutive Asian.
“Welcome... Phon, is it?”
“Yes, Sah. Thank you, Sah.”
He shocked her by saying in fluent Thai, “Pretty accent. Sounds Thai. That where you’re from?”
“Yes, Sah, I Thai person. Sah speak Thai veddy good.”
“Thank you. I love your country and spent many happy days there.”
“I’m guessing this isn’t the first time for you.”
“No, Sah. Phon been whipped befoah, ” she admitted.
“Okay, I’m sure you’ll get through this.
“Yes, Sah. I try.”
He had been to Thailand several times when he’d been in the Navy but unlike his shipmates, he’d never visited Patpong, Bangkok’s notorious red light district. He had much more interest in the country’s culture, natural beauty, and history. But even though it wasn’t his cup of tea, he wasn’t judgmental and understood the financial reasons that had driven most of its sex workers into that life.
“Now scream loudly!”
His instruction confused her at first but after the second lash landed on her back Phon understood. Only two people there knew that despite the noise and appearance, the Punisher was using his well-practiced skills to make the whipping appear much worse than it actually was.
Phon was more than a little experienced at faking it and threw in a few begging pleas between her screams.
Even Carole, who was close by and been whipped herself, couldn’t tell that the two people were being theatrical.
Finishing with the short Asian woman, the Punisher turned to Carole with a leering smile.
“Finally, the latest viral internet star!” he enthused.
“I’ve been watching the various videos of you all week, little one.”
The thought of the man looking at her with such an evil grin watching the videos and wanking thrilled Carole to her core. She couldn’t help but glance down at the bulge in his crotch. A quick look that he couldn’t have missed.
“Yeah, I’m hard. But don’t get your hopes up. That belt isn’t the only thing that puts you off limits to me.”
Her lovely body blushed and she looked away. Instead she saw Mark watching her with obviously equal enjoyment who tapped the camera lens poking out of his pocket.
The excited girl could feel the liquids that now glistened her inner thighs and, as before, would be zoomed in on many of the online videos that would be posted later that day. The whole world would know how much she enjoyed being punished.
“I checked right before I came out. Your biggest video is just under 25 thousand views.”
“Twenty-five THOUSAND people watching me and masturbating!”
“I hope we can top that today, Sir.”
His answer came in the form of a hard lash across the very tender area at the top of her thighs, right below her ass. She squealed for a split second before turning it into a moaned, “Thank you, Sir.”
Mark’s phone’s camera could just barely make out her words but he’d boost that sound later before posting it.
She responded by opening her legs, inviting him to target the inside of her thighs and he took advantage and gave her a second and third there, making her gasp. But then counted them aloud.
“I’ll bet each of these will set another thousand sets of fingers into action.”
He accented that comment with a pair of crossed diagonal stripes from each should to the opposite waist.
There was something different about being whipped there instead of at her loins. For one, it brought back her childhood fantasies inspired by pirate movies, and two, seemed more dedicated to punishing her than arousing her.
“Four and five, Sir.” she breathed.
“Too bad I can’t turn you around but why don’t you move your feet back.”
Her position only allowed her to move them back about 15 centimeters but it was plenty for him to wrap his braided leather around her hips to painfully kiss her loins right above her mons on either side of the vertical strap from her chastity belt. In made her shudder, something that Mark was happy to have caught on his camera.
Carole had never even though of that smooth skin between her hips and above her pubes as a target for a whip or anything else. One past lover had pressed against it while fingering her G-spot and it had caused her to squirt for the first time, but this was very different,
And yet, she realized, very, very arousing. It was more the fact that it was an area that she had been raised to think of as “off-limits” than the sting of the whip. Combined with the realization that tens of thousand of people were seeing it, would, if she could have touched her clip at all, made her cum.
“What was the count again? I’ve lost track... maybe I should just start over.”
His words snapped Carole out of her clouded fugue of pain and arousal and she gasped, “Sorry, Sir. Six and seven.”
The Punisher was the consummate professional and knew exactly how many lashes he’d given. That, as well as the matron keeping count meant he’d not start over. But he’d had enough experience with submissives and masochists to know the power of the threat.
He looked over at Mark and they shared a smile. That was when he noticed the tiny black circle of the lens just above the top of Mark’s pocket and correctly guessed that it was all being live-streamed.
He’s have to speak to his agent about making sure they got a percentage of any revenue it generated.
The last three blows came in rapid succession, leaving three parallel horizontal lines on the pale globes of Carole’s ass about a centimeter apart.
She cleared her throat and looking directly at the lens, counted, “Eight, nine, and ten. Thank you, Sir.”
The Punisher moved on to Marta, the suburbanite who’d let her son drink.
“Well, well, Mrs. Williams. I thought you did pretty well last week. You set a good example for everyone else. I hope to see the same from you today.”
She had spent much of the previous week thinking about her deceased husband and the few times he’d spanked her while making love. She hadn’t been very sexual since he’d died when her son was 12. A couple of attempts at dating were dull and disappointing and so she’d become attached to her Hitachi Wand.
But being nude in public and then punished in a scene that had undoubtedly been seen by most of her son’s friends had fanned the embers of her long buried libido. More than one of those young men had blushed and turned away when she’d come into the room. Making it pretty clear they’d watched and wanked at least once.
It made her feel sexy and attractive in a way she had not felt in a long, long time.
“Don’t worry, Mister Punisher. I’m hoping I can do even better today, ” she said with a wink.
He recognized a newly spawned cougar when he saw one and immediately took a liking to her.
It didn’t change the way her whipped her. That was the same as the previous week, just as hard and just as through and at the end he softly told her, “Good girl.”
Both he and she realized the silliness of him addressing an older woman as “girl” but she loved it and he meant it.
Being presented with the demoralized Tom Brennan was quite different from the egotist from the previous week. That one had sparked the Punisher’s anger and he’d taken it out on the guy.
Brennan’s body still wore the many lines from the Punisher’s whipping a week before though they were now just fading bruises. A couple of places where he’d bled were scabbed over but the biggest change had been in how he acted. Before the first session he’d boasted to his buddies at the gym about how he’d handle it, that he could have handled twice as many if they’d been sentenced.
But the reality had been much, much worse than he’d imagined and he’d been reduced to tears. And, as if that weren’t bad enough, the image of his breaking out in tears had been spread across the internet and had become a “tough guy can’t take it” meme.
Even if he didn’t ache everywhere so much that he barely moved for the first 72 hours afterwards, he could not have brought himself to go to the gym and face all his so-called friends. Not one of whom had so much as checked in on him.
It wasn’t like they had ever really talked about anything serious at the gym. Their chatter was about working out, what kind of foods or protein supplements worked best, and junior high-level teasing. And that was it.
Of course the thing was that none of them could even figure out what to say. The sharper ones realized that they wouldn’t have done any better but couldn’t even offer that level of supports
“Well, Brennan, you’re not acting so tough this week, are you?” the Punisher taunted.
His answer was a desultory shake of his head.
“Well, let’s get this over with.”
The Punisher was much less careful with his placement and timing this week. He was methodical and did spread them out on the man’s body, but he clearly just wanted to be done with the guy and move on to the pretty young morsel at the end.
Tom Brennan did cry again. About halfway through his twenty-five lashes the tears just began running down his cheeks and continued well after the whipping ended.
“Hello again, Miss Lopez. I got your boy already for you, look.” he laughed, gesturing with the whip towards where her boyfriend’s still erect cock was pressed between his abdomen and the pole.
She laughed too. “I don’t think he knows how much he likes it.” she said.
Hold up the coiled leather he told her, “These take lots of practice, you know. But in the mean time hair brushes or pingpong paddles will do just fine.”
Cade’s ears were bright red and his whole body blushed as he heard his girlfriend share a laugh at his humiliation. But for the first time he imagined laying across her lap as she used her wide wooden hair brush to set his ass on fire and the thought made his already throbbing cock ache.
Joni took her punishment with studied aplomb but decided that since the whole idea of having sex in the park had been Cade’s that when she had the chance she was going to give him 2 swats for each of the ones she was receiving.
They were no harder or less hard than those dished out to the others but the thought of paying them forward to her boyfriend made them feel almost like nothing.
Again, for most of them the uneventful afternoon during which they could only shift their weight from one foot to the other and the occasional cat-call from passers by was as bad as the whipping they’d gone through.
just the interaction with the team of scrubbers and people who detached their cuffs from the pole was almost gleeful.
This time Carole made her way eagerly out the door ahead of the rest and ran into Mark Wilcox’s arms. This time he didn’t hesitate to give her the painful hug he knew she wanted and needed. Only releasing his grip when she loosened hers.
“Let’s get out of here. My car’s right over here. I have some really exciting news...”