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The storylines of '"Crime" & Punishment - Version 1' and '"Crime" &
Punishment - Version 2' are essentially the same.  C&P - 1 is female
dominant; C&P -2 is male dominant.  Both are written in the male first
person.

This story contains sexually explicit references.  If you are under the
age of 18 or might be offended, do not read the story.

All characters in this story are fictional.

"CRIME" & PUNISHMENT - Version 1

   An Adult Story of a "Crime" and an Unusual Punishment

   I stopped in a local bar (an upscale place!) for a beer after work. 
Finding a seat at the bar, I proceeded to have a leisurely drink.  After a
few minutes, a very suggestively dressed woman sat down beside me.

   I did not pay any attention to the lady on the next bar stool even
though she was VERY attractive, but she soon struck up a conversation,
which included a number of sexual innuendos.  Although I was tempted to egg
her on, I mostly listened.  She, however, became more explicit in her
sexual references.  I finally left the bar, but she followed me to the
street.  Although she never made an offer of "play for pay", the
implications were there.  Finally, I thought "what the hell" and asked her
what she charged.  At that point she reached into her purse and pulled out
a set of handcuffs, which she promptly clamped on my hands as she arrested
me for soliciting sex from a prostitute!!

   Needless to say I was shocked.  I was hauled off to the police station
and formally charged, but I was released on my own cognizance pending
trial. I planned to plead innocent on grounds of entrapment; however,
before trial, I had a call from the District Attorney's office to warn me
that the Judge was very hard on people who were convicted after "wasting
the court's time" with a trial.  I was advised to plead nolo contendere (no
contest, but admitting no guilt).

   At the trial, I followed the District Attorney's advice.  The Judge
sentenced me to 30 days in jail!!!  I was flabbergasted!  My whole career
could go down the tubes with 30 days off of work!  The Judge, however, gave
me an option - I could spend two weekends during the month being punished
by one of several individuals assigned by the courts.  The only real
limitations on the punishment were that I would have to take a blood test
and a physical examination first to prove I didn't have Aids or other STDs
and that no punishment would be administered which would cause any injury.
For example, I could be spanked with a paddle or wide belt, but not with a
whip as that would cause a scar.  To protect my career, I had no choice but
to accept her offer.

   On the first of the two weekends, I showed up at the appointed house on
Saturday at 9:00 am with a small bag of toiletries.  The arresting officer
met me at the door (this looked like a set-up!)

   "Do you know exactly why you are here?"

   "Yes, to be punished."

   "You must do exactly WHAT I tell you, WHEN I tell you without any back
talk, or a single phone call will have you in jail for 30 days.  Also, you
must acknowledge that you are here of your own free will and that you are
free to go at any time; although, if you leave, you will be subject to the
jail term.  Do you agree to these conditions?"

   "Yes"

   "Then you must sign this statement, which includes a release from any
damages."

   Since it was almost lunchtime, we sat down for a sandwich before
beginning my punishment.  While I was washing dishes after lunch, I noticed
she was fiddling with a pot of water on the stove, but I didn't know what
she was doing.  After I cleaned up the kitchen for her, she took me to a
spare bedroom that she said I would use for the night.  She did not want me
roaming around the house at night, so the door would be locked but if there
were an emergency, I could escape through the window.  If I needed to piss
during the night, there was an old-fashioned chamber pot under the bed.

   She then instructed me to remove my clothes and hang them up in the
closet as I would not need them again until I left on Sunday afternoon.  As
I stood naked before her, she reached for my penis and examined it
carefully.  While studying my fully erect penis, she asked me some very
personal questions about my sexual habits.

   She then instructed me to turn around and spread my buttocks.  I heard
her pull a latex glove over her hand and saw her coat her finger with
Vaseline.  I then felt her gently massage my anus and then insert her
finger (all the way!).

   She then slowly pulled her finger out of my ass and removed the glove.
She told me to stand still while she left the room.  I heard her turn off
the stove (I still wondered what that was all about!).  She came back with
some plastic ties - the type used to bundle electrical wires.  She placed
one loosely on each wrist and on each ankle and clipped off the tab, which
was pulled through the ratchet.

   "You look so comfortable without the encumbrance of clothes; I would
like you to undress me."

   I gently removed her clothes down to her panties at which point she
stopped me.  She placed my hands over her tits just to show me her nipples
had become erect.  Then she pulled my hands behind my back and connected
the loops around my wrists to each other with another plastic tie.  Then I
was instructed to remove her panties without using my hands.  I could only
think of one way to do that!  I worked my tongue under the elastic band and
grabbed the top of the panties with my teeth and pulled that corner down. I
had to repeat this several times, working around the top.  As I went down
past her pubic hair, the very full bush tickled my cheek.  I finally had to
grab the crotch with my tongue and teeth and received a slight aroma of
urine as well as her feminine odors.  As I finally pulled the panties from
around her feet, she told me that she would use the panties as a gag if I
made any unusual noises during the next two days.  She then clipped the
band holding my hands behi!  nd my back.

   She gave me a towel with a design on one side.  I was to sit on the
towel, design side down, any time I sat, as she didn't want me to wipe my
bottom on her furniture.  If I forgot, it would be one smack with a 3-inch
leather strap (an old razor strap) the first time, two smacks the second
time, etc.  To help me remember, however, she gave me a double-ended
alligator clip to clip the towel it to one of my wristbands.

   With that comment, we went into he recreation room where she had some
exercise equipment, a wet bar, etc.  She instructed me to adjust the water
faucet at the bar until it was running water at skin temperature and
measure out one and a half pints.  She then poured the water into an old
fashioned enema bag added a most unusual enema nozzle from the pan of water
on the kitchen stove where she had been boiling it.  The nozzle was
slightly more than one inch in diameter with depressions at one-inch
intervals along its five-inch length.  At the end where it connected to the
hose, there was a cross bar so it wouldn't go all the way into the anus. 
The indentations would keep it from slipping out.

   There were two parallel bars in the exercise area similar to those used
in gymnastics except that these were about three to four feet apart.  I was
then required to bend over the first bar and grasp the second bar.  She
took a couple of the plastic ties to connect the loops around my wrist to
bar I wouldn't be tempted to stand up.  My anus was still greasy from the
finger treatment so she started slowly inserting the enema nozzle, one
indentation at a time.  When it was in all the way, she released the valve
on the tubing and the water started to flow in.  It felt very good and
refreshing at first.  Then I began to feel some slight cramps.  As the
water flowed, I continued to feel the cramps.

   As she regulated the flow, she explained what would happen next.  After
the enema was complete, I would receive 10 whacks with the razor strap on
my bare ass, spaced 30 seconds apart.  I had to hold the enema for this
five-minute period, and if I leaked so much as one drop, the whole process
would be repeated.  What I didn't know was that the enema had been spiked
with phospo-soda, the same ingredient that creates such an urge with
pre-packaged enemas!!

   I finally took all of the liquid inside my bowels, and she SLOWLY pulled
out the nozzle, a notch at a time.  Then the clock started, and after 30
seconds, the first belt came down hard on my bare ass with a WHACK.  I
uttered a yell in surprise and was warned that the next outburst would
require stuffing my mouth with her panties.  The urge to release some of
the liquid grew, and with each stoke of the razor strap, it became harder
and harder to avoid involuntarily letting some out.  Finally at the sixth
stroke (three minutes), a little water spurted out and ran down my leg.

   "Well, it looks like we do this again," she said, grinning with a
devilish grin.  "I knew you weren't man enough to hold it.  I am surprised,
though, that you didn't have to be gagged".

   As long as hope of retaining all of the enema fluid was lost, I let out
just enough more to relieve most of the pressure (but I still tried to hold
as much as I could because I knew I had to clean up the floor after this
was over).  The other four whacks were delivered with a louder pop (since
my behind was now a little wet).  After the tenth stroke, she clipped the
plastic ties holding my arms to the bar and I squatted over a shallow pan
and relieved myself.

   "Feel better?"

   "I would if my ass didn't hurt so much."

   "Well, I sure am not going to kiss it to make it better; however, even
though we have to do this again, since your buttocks are so red, I think
I'll wait and repeat it during my poker party tonight.  That way we will
have an audience and maybe some audience participation."

   After I had wiped myself, I emptied the bucket in the toilet and
proceeded to scrub the floor on my hands and knees with a strong
disinfectant.  I ended up scrubbing the whole recreation room until it was
spotless.

   Since I was still pretty messy (some of the liquid had dried on my legs,
etc.), I was told to take a shower.  While in the shower, she got in also
and I washed her all over.  After we dried, she led me to her bedroom.

   "Kiss my neck, my ears and then my tits -- gently suck my nipples."

   Needless to say, I did as I was told.

   "Now kiss my cunt - I want to feel your tongue on my clitoris."

   After the shower there was only a delicate feminine odor still there.  I
massaged her somewhat engorged clitoris with my tongue, and also worked my
tongue into her vagina.  She began to respond with popping noises as the
vagina expanded and contracted.

   "Make me climax." - I did.

   I was very much aroused at this time.  The shower had taken the sting
from my buttocks, and I had forgotten that vicious spanking.  She told me,
however, that I was not allowed to ejaculate without her specific
permission; maybe if I were good, she would let me come later that evening.
She told me that if I ejaculated without her permission, I would be
punished again.

   After supper, I was still naked, but she put some clothes on for her
company.  Just before the other four women came to play poker, she put an
apron on me that covered most of my front.

   My job was to serve the drinks and refreshments and I was to jump when I
was called.  Every once in a while when serving the table, a guest would
peek under my apron.  I was so preoccupied with doing a good job at serving
that I forgot to put my towel on the chair when I sat.  Immediately, she
got up and went for the strap.

   "Bend over"

   Whack - I let out a yell.  The other four women laughed - this was great
fun for them.

   "Remember what I said about outbursts - next time, the gag".

   After the poker game was over, I was told to remove the apron.  I stood
completely nude in front of the five fully dressed women.  Then I again had
to assume the position over the two bars with my wrists restrained by the
plastic ties.

   This time, each guest was given a latex glove and, one by one, they
tested my asshole.  One of the women must have had huge hands because her
finger felt like a baseball bat.  Another woman inserted two fingers and
tried to spread them to stretch my anus.  Then each was given a female
douche bulb filled with water and, again one by one, they inserted it and
squeezed out the water.  After the first round of five, the douches were
refilled and the process repeated.

   Then each woman had her two chances at the razor strap.  During the
first two strokes, I gritted my teeth and squeezed my buttocks together. 
At the third stroke of the razor strap, however, I was surprised by how
hard the belt struck my buttocks, and I uttered a yelp out of reflex.  So
came the promised panties to stifle my inadvertent yells.  The crotch
portion of the panties was stuffed into my mouth first and held in with a
scarf tied around my head.  The gag, which was left from earlier that day,
contained typical feminine odors.  In a strange way, these unusual odors
and tastes turned me on, and my fully erect cock leaked some pre-coital
fluid on the floor.

   It was hard to tell which of the five women had the hardest stroke!  I
jerked at each one.  They were clearly competing among themselves to see
who could leave the reddest mark.  If it hadn't been for the gag, I
probably would have yelled again.  As it was, I squeezed my ass tightly at
each stroke to hold the fluid pressing in my bowels; but this time, to the
disappointment of the audience, I succeeded.  After the five minutes (and
ten strokes) were up, I was released, and humiliated by the five women
standing around, I squatted on the shallow pan, and with a big sigh of
relief, let go.

   After the party was over, I cleaned up, washed dishes, and then was told
to prepare for bed.  She noted that she told me earlier that she would let
me obtain sexual relief before the day was over.

   "First, you must bring me to climax again.  You can use any combination
of methods you want, mouth, fingers, etc."

   I started by kissing her neck, and working down her sensuous body
gently. I kissed down her arms, inside her elbows, under her arms etc. 
When I got to her tits, I ran my tongue around her very erect nipples. 
Then I gently kissed my way down her back, behind her knees, her feet, and
back up inside her legs and thighs.  I tickled her abdomen with my tongue,
and finally, after she was almost in a frenzy, got to the tiny, but shiny
and moist red clitoris.  Her very moist cunt now had a strong odor, which
really turned me on!  She asked me to take a latex glove out of the drawer
of the bedside table, lubricate my finger and massage HER asshole.  While
licking her clitoris, I worked my finger up her ass and my thumb into her
dripping vagina.  She almost exploded with ecstasy!!

   After that was over, she gently massaged my buttocks (still a bit sore).
Then she went to work on my penis, tickling and teasing it.  She ran her
finger gently around the rim and stroked it softly.  After she started the
up and down motions, seminal fluid squirted all over my abdomen, and we
both lay exhausted for a few minutes.  She then locked me in and we both
slept well.

   The next day she slept late and didn't let me out until almost noon.  (I
had to use the chamber pot.) We were both completely naked.  Before
breakfast, I sat down again without using my towel - that earned me a
couple of pops (but no panties in my mouth this time).

   After breakfast, she announced that it was time for her daily bowel
movement.  In fact, she hadn't even stopped to urinate since she got up.  I
was directed to lie down in the bathtub with my feet at the faucet end and
my knees bent so that my head, chest, and stomach were flat.  She went in
my bedroom and brought out the potty that I had used earlier but had not
yet emptied, and poured the cold liquid over me.  I was drenched with my
own smelly piss!  Then she sat on the edge of the tub with her ass hanging
over my chest.  I could guess what was coming.  And it came - warm torrents
of her urine splashed on my chest.  I thought she wouldn't quit.  And what
force.  I was thoroughly soaked.  I have been told that, unless there is
some infection, urine is sterile.  I hope so, since a few drops splashed on
my face.  Then I watched as her small, red anal opening began to expand. 
Sure enough, a large brown turd appeared and fell with a thud on my chest.
You wouldn't think it po!  ssible that a turd that large would come out of
an orifice that small!  This was repeated several times.

   I lay there, covered with piss and shit, for what seemed like an
eternity (probably five minutes) thinking that was all.  She came back with
two lubricated syringes filled with water.  As she resumed her position on
the edge of the tub, I was told to gently insert them, one at a time, into
her dirty, brown ass (she hadn't even wiped since shitting on me).

   I did as I was told, and she held the contents for a long time.  Then
came a new deluge of warm, slightly brown water.  By this time I was
accustomed to the smell of shit.  By then, I was ready to take a long and
thorough shower - I needed it!!

   It was time to leave - I had been hurt and humiliated, but there were
some rewarding moments.  I even found some of the worst moments strangely
stimulating.

   I had one more "punishment" weekend to go.  I wondered what was next.  

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