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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: Pump and Punish (F/M spank strapon)
Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 17:10:19 -0500
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Story: Pump and Punish

The weekends, including Fridays, were the busiest days for Kyra, the
headmistress and primary discipline administrator at the reform school.  It
was 8 in the morning on Friday.  As she brought up the roster of discipline
for that day, four residents' files appeared on the screen.  Kyra sighed.
"Damn good thing I have Monday through Wednesday off," she said aloud,
although there was no one else in the office.  She assigned the appointment
times for the four miscreants after seeing what their offenses were.

She scheduled resident 377 for 10:00 AM. This was his first discipline
appointment, for loud talking after lights out.  "He'll make some loud
noises when I'm strapping him," Kyra mused to herself.

Resident 410 got the 11:00 slot.  "We'll see if he can sit down at lunch
after I'm done with him," thought Kyra.  She noted that #410 had been
repeatedly disrespectful to the other administrators.

When she clicked on resident #290's file her eyes opened wide.  "Whoh!" she
exclaimed.  "This one's gonna need some special treatment to get through to
him."  Several lines came up for #290's offenses: Talking after lights out;
Bullying other residents; Food fight; Disrespect to females.  She checked
on why #290 was at the reform school: Intercourse in a public place - third
offense.

Kyra flagged #290's record as needing medical services, and entered in the
instructions "Colonic irrigation at 11:00 AM - Extensive and Complete".
She then entered the disciplinary appointment time for 2:00 PM, and sent a
bulletin for an all-staff meeting: "It is necessary for all the staff to
attend a meeting this afternoon at 2:15 PM in the punishment room of the
disciplinary quarters.  The duration of the meeting is expected to be
approximately 30 to 45 minutes."

A series of quiet beeps at 9:55 AM reminded her that it was time for the
first appointment of the day.  Kyra locked her office door and proceeded to
the punishment room, where she unlocked a cabinet and retrieved a leather
tawse.  She then stood in front of the punishment bench, her feet apart,
her hands in front of her, one hand holding the tawse.  This was for
effect; when the resident is led into the room, and while being secured to
the punishment bench, he sees Kyra standing there with a dispassionate
expression on her face, holding the instrument of punishment.

Exactly on time, #377 was led in by two staffers.  He got a feeling of
impending dread when he caught sight of Kyra with the strap.  "Does he need
to be undressed and bound?" one of the staff asked.

"No.  I will need both of you to hold him down, though," answered Kyra.
"Just bend him over the punishment bench and hold him still."

They forced the now-frightened young man into a bent-over position.  Kyra
now spoke to him.

"I want you to bare your bottom now," she instructed.  "Remember that if
you don't comply, I will give you extra."  His trembling hands reached back
and he slowly pulled his trousers down past his nether cheeks.  He felt all
the more vulnerable with the sensation of the cool ambient air on his newly
exposed buttocks.

Kyra stated "We will begin now," and walked around to the left side of the
male.  She extended her arm and touched the strap to the male's bared
bottom, gauging her position.  A slight adjustment in her position, and she
was ready.  She drew her arm back, and energetically swiped the tawse
across both nether cheeks of the male, ending the swing with a
follow-through similar to that of a tennis player.  He reacted with a jolt,
as if startled.  A few seconds later Kyra placed another forceful stroke of
the tawse.

"Uhhhhhh!" exclaimed #377.  Another swipe.  "Owwwwww!"

He reacted more vocally with each successive swat, writhing and struggling
against the firm hands of the two females holding him down.  After fourteen
swats, Kyra paused and asked him, "No more noise after lights out?"

"No more! I won't do it again!"

Kyra resumed the strapping to the tune of the male's loud shouts,
enthusiastically giving him ten more swats to bring the total to twenty
four, and replaced the tawse in the cabinet.

She was busy with phone calls and other administrative duties when her PC
beeped and her screen showed that it was time for the next appointment.  A
slight smile brightened her face and she sent to the punishment room and
retrieved the paddle and the rattan cane.  Exactly on time, #410 was
escorted in.

"Loosen his trousers, bind him so he can't move, and bare his bottom," Kyra
instructed the escorts.  She stood watching with her hands on her hips
while the two escorts did her bidding.

She picked up the oak paddle and prepared to commence his discipline. "You
know why you're here," she addressed the resident. "You can expect more of
this every time that you repeat the offense."  The paddle whacked against
the bared buttocks of the male.  Scarcely a few seconds later, another loud
'CRACK!' reverberated through the room.  And again...

CRACK!   

"Owwww!"

CRACK!  

"OW! NO!"

CRACK!

"Aaaaaugh!"

Kyra paused for about a minute, and then gave him another five swats.  Both
the sound the paddle made at contact, plus the male's strident reaction,
filled the room each time Kyra swung the paddle.

After twenty swats, Kyra put the paddle down and picked up the straight
rattan cane.  Whisking it swiftly through the air, she spoke to the bound
miscreant, "That was your main course, number 410.  Now it's time for
dessert, with the frosting on the cake."

Kyra, with the well-placed and enthusiastic swats of the paddle, had taken
him past the point where he thought that he couldn't take any more
punishment.  Every paddle stroke felt blazing hot. Now, when the
realization sank in that he had no choice but to take still more, he was
truly afraid.

"Please, no more! Please! I can't take any more!"

"Oh?" asked Kyra.  "It doesn't look to me like you have any choice.  Let's
get on with it now - it's getting close to lunchtime, and I know all this
is giving you a big appetite."

Kyra expertly striated the miscreant's well-paddled bare bottom with twenty
brisk, fast-paced whisks of the thin whippy cane.  The room was amply
filled with the strident shouts of the male receiving the punishment.
Satisfied that she had gotten his attention, she put the paddle and the
cane away and went back to her office.

Over a light lunch, Kyra took care of her ever-increasing paperwork, made
some phone calls, and browsed the web.  At precisely 1:55 PM, her alarm
signaled that it was time for the next punishment session of the day.  She
smiled to herself as she got up to let herself in to the punishment room.
Unlocking the cabinet, she retrieved the oak paddle and the leather tawse.
At precisely 2:00, the door opened and #290 came in, escorted by two
security staffers.

"I want him totally undressed for this session," she instructed.  "Please
bind his hands and waist."

"Yes ma'am," they replied in unison, also being aware of the all-staff
meeting that had been called for fifteen minutes hence. 

"He had his colonic, didn't he?" asked Kyra.

"I personally saw to it that he did," replied Michelle.  "It was very deep
and thorough," she continued with a smile.

Everyone waited silently after #290 had been stripped naked and bound to
the punishment bench.  He knew that something was different because he
usually got his discipline immediately after being secured.  For ten long
minutes he waited and wondered, until he heard the door open and a crowd of
people come in.

All the staff was present - the security staff, the nurses, the kitchen
workers, the maintenance staff, the landscapers, the clerical staff, and
Kyra's assistants - all in all, more than thirty women.

"We can begin the meeting now," Kyra announced.  "It seems that previous
punishment sessions have not made enough of an impression on this one.  So
I wanted everyone to see him being punished today, Also, I have a special
treat for him.  But first, I'd like each of you to give him five swats with
the paddle.  He has been disrespectful to most of you, and I think it's
fitting that everyone has a hand in his punishment today.  Analisa, you may
start.  When you have given him five swats, hand the paddle to the next
staffer in line."

Analisa needed no further encouragement, having been on the receiving end
of many disparaging comments from #290 in the past few days.  She recalled
these events vividly as she swung the paddle with full force.

As each woman took her turn wielding the paddle, #290 tried his best to
present a tough exterior; but as the repeated strokes of the paddle
tenderized his bared bottom, he felt each succeeding woman's swats more and
more keenly.  Each swat was a red-hot ordeal of blazing sensation, and he
was sure that some of them rattled his teeth.  He could not refrain from,
at first, a muffled exclamation at each impact; later on, he dropped all
pretension and freely shouted an "Oh!" or an "Aughh!" with every swat.  A
few of the women gave rather light swats, but most of them gladly and
enthusiastically delivered them.

When all the staff had finished wielding the paddle, Kyra announced, "Now
that our exhibitionist has a bright red tail to show off, I thought he
might enjoy being watched while I use a strap-on dildo on it."

A cacophony of excited exclamations and comments filled the room for a
moment, and Kyra held up her hand.  "His punishment is not over yet - that
red tail of his will also be well strapped before he leaves this room.
Feel free to move around the room and watch from wherever you want."

She moved to where #290 could see her, and stepped out of her white cotton
panties, which had absorbed some dampness from the day's activities.  She
proudly draped them over #290's head while several of the spectators
giggled.  She retrieved the strap-on that was to be used, turned her skirt
so that the slit was toward the front, stepped into the strap-on harness
and adjusted it.

"Nurse Linda, please bring me the dropper bottle of lubricant," she
directed.  Kyra inserted several droppers full of lubricant through #290's
back way before generously applying some to the strap-on probe that
protruded from her hips.  The staff members crowded around her as she
spread #290's nether cheeks and placed the tip of the probe at the puckered
opening.  She inserted nearly two inches of it with a brusque thrust.

"Auuuuugh!" he cried.

Holding his cheeks apart, Kyra none too gently worked the probe in and out,
going a little further in each time.

"Ohh! Auugh! Ooooh! Owwwww! Oooooh!" he further exclaimed in time with the
thrusts, while Kyra worked him for about two minutes.

Popping out of him, she removed the leather tawse from a hook on her belt,
stepped back directly behind him, and, with alternating forehand and
backhand strokes, delivered ten quick and powerful swats of the leather
onto his buttocks.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! ..." he shouted, each one in reaction to the tawse
swiping across his bottom, each one louder and more urgent than the previous.

She smeared some more lubricant on the probe, parted #290's cheeks, and
roughly penetrated him.  She worked in and out, going in all the way with
each thrust.  He uttered loud protests and kicked his legs continuously as
Kyra's hips rhythmically undulated.  She continued her oscillating movement
for a couple of minutes, then withdrew, stepped back, and imparted ten more
strokes of the leather.

Upon the next penetration, she brusquely worked the probe in and out for
close to four minutes, telling him that the next time she had to do this,
the entire population of residents would be in the auditorium watching him
get his tail end worked over in more ways than one.  Then she gave him
twenty fast-paced strokes of the leather as he chimed in with a one-man
symphony of lament.

Kyra removed the strap-on harness, thanked the staff for participating, and
called an end to the meeting.  Back in her office, she locked her door,
leaned back in her chair, and reflected on the day's events.  Her hands
went between her legs as she spread them, and she closed her eyes and
visualized ravaging #290's bottom with a strap-on while on stage.


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